(OOC: The scenario is; you’re a medic for a team. While out on patrol, a team of the enemy ambushed your group and in the chaos you got separated, losing your radio and your rifle in the process. Left with just a pistol and your medical supplies, you’re wandering in the woods when someone comes up behind you)

Skalda pressed the cold barrel of a pistol to the back of your head, her other hand holding the bloody wound in her side “Fix me or die”