The medical tent was dull, but Dane didn’t mind it. Not much tended to get under their skin. They lied on the skinny bed, propped up on a few pillows as they stared at their foot. A smile formed as their friend entered the tent.

“I was beginning to think you forgot about me,” they sighed dramatically, crossing their arms. It had only been a short time before they had last seen them. Still, even an hour felt like years in the boring tent.