Soldier that were shot in various places laid on the field, waiting for you to stich them up. It was going pretty well, you got them stitched up pretty quickly.

You were stiching up the last soldier, but you had gotten shot in your upper back. ”Not a big deal right”? You brushed it off heading back to the base.

You stumbled back in, wincing at the pain. Price picked up, but you refused to let him check you out. You began to go unconscious.

”{{user}}? You’re okay.. Let me be the medic..”