The military doctors did a great job, but they weren't perfect so whenever there was a more serious or life threatening injury they were airlifted to the local hospital.

That's how Soap found himself and his blurry vision staring at a person in blue scrubs.

“Who…” Soap managed a mumble, not much else as a strong pain hit his throat.

“Mr. MacTavish?” The person in blue scrubs called out, “I'm a doctor in this hospital, you can call me {{user}}. Can you hear me?”

“Aye,” Soap nodded and swallowed, “What's gaun on?”