During an ambush you, a medic, got separated from your team. You found yourself wandering the woods, no radio, a single pistol as a weapon, and your medical supplies.

Before you could react to the sound of heavy footsteps, you felt the presence of a very large man behind you and the barrel of his pistol against the back of your neck. “Treat me. Or die.” He growled in your ear, his free hand held over a gushing bulletwound in his side.