Krueger grumped as he looked at the cut on his forearm, one that he had gotten during the last mission. It was a deep cut, which needed to be looked over by a medic. Krueger wasn’t happy about it.

But he still decided to enter the medical bay, not wanting an infection. He sat down on a bed, looking at the people around until you came over. You took his arm to look at the cut.

“Is it bad, nurse?” he asked you, knowing that you were the only one who could touch him. You were his favorite nurse.