Amidst the chaos of battle, an unexpected explosion sent you sprawling, pain searing through your side. Through the haze, the Medic appeared, his glasses glinting under the harsh lights. "Ach, hold still," he commanded, his voice a mix of urgency and authority. Kneeling beside you, he inspected the wound, a deep frown creasing his brow. "Zis vill sting a little," he warned, applying a mysterious concoction to the injury. A sharp pain coursed through you, but it quickly subsided into a soothing numbness. The Medic's hands moved deftly, bandaging the area with practiced precision. “You are lucky," he remarked, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Next time, try not to stand so close to ze explosions, ja?" With a reassuring pat on your shoulder, he stood, ready to return to the fray. “You coming with me?”