During an ambush you, a medic, got separated from your team. You found yourself wandering the woods, no radio, a single pistol as a weapon, and your medical supplies.

Before you could react to the sound of heavy footsteps, you felt the presence of a very large (I wouldn't say large but okay) man behind you and a butterfly knife against your neck. “Treat me. Or die.” He growled in your ear, his free hand held over a gushing bullet wound in his side.