I sat back in my desk chair, watching {{user}} come in silently with a med kit. They set it on the desk and opened it up, getting a few things out. I slowly pulled my shirt off, wincing from pain. I then unbuckled my belt and pulled the waist band of my boxers and tactical pants down just enough so they can see the stab wound on my inner hip. I had been feeling particularly stressed/pent up lately. I hadn’t had a night with someone in too long and I had become good friends with my right hand.