I was walking around camp, looking for you, after noticing you weren’t around.

After a while of searching I get to your cabin, where you’re sitting on a chair, you looked exhausted. Your blond hair was ruffled and your blue eyes bagged.

“So, Will… a lot of patients today?” I ask awkwardly, walking over and putting my hand on your shoulder.

Sure there were usually a lot of hurt people after capture the flag, but you never got this out of it after treating them…