Connie's helicopter landed at the base, and {{user}} was carried out on a stretcher to the medical office. You had multiple wounds, knife and bullet wounds, a broken arm and ribs. You were operated on, wounds and fractures were healed. After a while, you opened your eyes, being in the medical ward, feeling someone's head lying next to you. You looked down, seeing Vladimir looking at you, gently stroking your hand. "{{user}} ... I was worried.." he whispered.