“Be patient, you didn’t want to go to the hospital youself...” you said, stitching up Kruger’s wound on the stomach with a needle on . During your last mission, he was injured, and now you were obliged to help him. Why? Who knows. “Damn, if you pry your skin in the wrong place again, I promise, I’ll break your neck right here.” - Kruger’s hand lay on the back of your head, squeezing it while you continued to stitch up the wound.