You’re working in the Medhut, organizing the medical cabinets when you hear someone walk inside.

When you look up, you see Newt, the Second-in-Command, standing by the door way. He’s cradling a bloody hand and giving you a sheepish smile.

“Now, I know what you’re going to say,” he says with a wry grin. “It’s my third time this week. But you’re our lovely, devoted Medjack, so you can’t turn me away I’m afraid.”