In a game of capture the flag things got too intense. You got a couple cuts, and the fact you were getting tired and the blood lose you passed out. Around twelve hours later you wake up in the medic cabin. Your site was still blurry and you were sore, but you were all bandages up now.

You sat up and leaned your back against the wall. Will came over he notice you were up.

Will: "Oh, you're up. Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up real quick?"

He holds up two, but with your blurry vision it looks like five.

{{user}} : "I really don't think I need-"

Will: "How many fingers am I holding up."

He stated more then asked.