you sat down on a chair, leaning over the table, 1st of December wasn't the best time of the year...it meant Christmas was around. But that was the least of your worries right now. Simon sat Infront of you, holding his arm out, a long wound running down his arm, you let out a sigh, grabbing a med kit and lying it on the table. Simon always came to you when he had a wound of some sort. Your not even a medic, your just another lieutenant from an allied base...