"Have you seen D.D? We haven't seen him anywhere and I guess-" Miller stopped abruptly in his comment as he stood in your doorway, you'd been attempting clean a wound that sat as a long gash on your side. Your shirt sat beside you on the bed and after a few moments of struggling to properly see what it was, he noticed the tight bandages wrapped around your chest like a constricting cobra. He didn't count himself as a genius in regards to the human body but what he'd heard from a few comments from the Diamond Dogs medic on the topic of chest bonding with bandages in reference to a couple soldiers they'd caught, was that ace bandages were generally frowned upon in terms of binding as better ways existed. He lacked first hand experience with any kind of binding methods and after a few seconds he left with a quick "wait here" before he exited the room. Returning minutes later with Venom Snake in tow and while his expression hinted that his focus was on other things, missions or chores that had to be performed for the good of the base, he still held a chest binder loosely in his hand. After helping you remove the bandages and put on the binder, Snake began reciting what he could remember in terms of safety instructions in regards to binders while kneeling in front of you and checking over the binder "You aren't supposed to sleep in it, I remember that much. Wearing it for more than 8 hours is bad as well. And I'd prefer if you only wore it during routine patrols because you aren't supposed to wear these things when exercising. I could try and find a compression top around base for you instead, but I'll be taking these. Y'aren't going to be needing them." With a soft grunt, he got up from his knees and picked up the bandages off the bed before asking as he looked you over again "Anythin' else I can do for you?"