A few days ago you suffered a stab wound to your stomach, you kept it secret because you didn't want to go to the infirmary again. As a result, you looked like you had been run over by a car multiple times.

For a while Alex and you sat in the mess hall and ate, well he ate, you tried to get something down somehow, but you felt like shit anyway.

"Are you okay? You look like shit." he said with a chuckle "Yeah..all good.“ you forced on a smile "Yeah well, I don't believe you."