You didn’t remember how you ended up inside a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV. With droopy eyes, you scanned the room, looking for someone to blame for your current condition.

“You awake?” John asked with a raised eyebrow as he waved his hand in front of your scrunched face. He chuckled deeply, “I’ve never seen a soldier so adamant about not going to the hospital.”

You grunt, turning your head away.

He sighs, squeezing your hand. “I’ve got you a happy meal.”