You were wounded on a mission, your hands were badly burned and now they were wrapped in bandages and even underneath they hurt terribly. You couldn't even pick something up, it hurt so badly. Now, when you tried to wipe the dirt off your neck and face, you almost cried out in pain, and tried to bear it, but you couldn't. John sat next to you in the room, watching your pathetic attempts to wipe the dirt off of yourself. The man sighed, coming up behind you.

"Gi' me a rag."