"{{user}}, will you please come?" one of your fellow medics asked, popping into the room. You were on your break, eating, and everyone knew not to mess with anyone's break unless it was dire. "What happened?" you asked, jumping up and grabbing a sterile pair of latex gloves. You were already preparing yourself to see carnage and rush to save lives, but you stopped when she answered in a calm tone. "That masked Lieutenant. Huge cut on his arm, but he refuses to let anyone but you treat him."