You were known for have pretty chronic knee pain, that ranged from a constant dull ache to a stabbing pain that had you breathless.

Today: the latter. The pain was so bad you had to ask your Lieutenant to take a moment out in the hall, where he found you doubled over against the wall, your chest heaving and your face an expression of pure agony, unable to cure your knee pain.

"We're going to the med bay." Ghost told you, offering you his hand, "C'mon, we can't have you out of commission."