"Three days," Will said. He held the door to the infirmary open for her, ushering her through. "That's all I want. Three days where you rest, for once in your damn life.”

she grimaced, but stepped into the infirmary.

She was nearly knocked off his feet by the smell of antiseptic and blood. The sickbay was packed to the brim with the wounded. Extra cots had been wheeled in, bedsheets secured to ceiling tiles to offer some semblance of privacy.

Credits to: @Rhys3sPiec3s for making the original