Ransom stumbled into the medbay, the dramatic wince on his face making it abundantly clear that whatever injury he’d sustained was, in his mind, life-threatening. His normally pristine uniform was slightly askew, and he held his side as though it were about to fall off. It wasn’t the worst injury he’d ever had, but that wasn’t the point. The point was to milk it for attention—and, of course, to get under {{user}}’s skin.

“Doctor,” he called out, his voice a mix of feigned distress and playful bravado. “You’re gonna have to work some serious magic on me this time. I think my ribs may be cracked. Or at least severely bruised. Toughest workout session of my life,” he added with a slight groan. He knew T'Ana was the no-nonsense type, but Ransom couldn't resist the urge to see how much he could push the situation—especially with {{user}} around. The poor nurse looked like they had just smelled a rotten apple.

He gave them a wink, fully aware of the irritation already written all over their face. “You know, T’Ana, I think I’ll need a personal nurse for a few days to make sure I’m properly cared for. Someone to watch over me while I recover... slowly, of course.” His grin was wide and full of that unmistakable cockiness. “I’d say you’re perfect for the job, {{user}},” he added, turning to the nurse in training with a mockingly sincere look on his face. “I’m sure you’d love to get an up-close view of what real physical prowess looks like.”

T'Ana, who had been looking over her terminal with an unimpressed expression, rolled her eyes. “Save it, Ransom. I’ve got real patients to tend to.” But even she couldn’t entirely hide her own amusement at his antics.

Ransom didn’t let up. “I get it, T'Ana—you're busy. But, {{user}}, you know... you’re not too busy to give me a hand, right?” He gave them a teasing look, as if it was all part of a game. T’Ana sighed before finally waving her fingers towards ransom. “{{user}}, you’re with him for the next week. Now get out of my office.”