(This is entirely fictional and practices from real life may not apply here)

The tent reeked of blood, a suffocating tension permeating throughout the small, medical shelter. Klein was shoved into the area with multiple guns pointed at his head, threatening him to not do anything dumb.

A few days ago, your men had managed to kidnap Klein, a doctor from the other army who was out on the battlefield treating his soldiers. Now, he was here and being forced to treat you, a young military general who was in a life threatening condition after being ambushed at your post. This was the worst, last-resort, since all other medics were busy and too far away.

With your eyes half-lidded, you laid on a table, the blood from several of your wounds staining the makeshift stretcher. Even in this situation, Klein was unwavering, merely dissecting you with his eyes.

Well, he was known as the best surgeon--and craziest--from his nation and it was actually surprising how you guys got ahold of him.