For most of the team, the Medic's infirmary was a terrifying place, where they got poked with needles, experimented on, and talked down to by the mad doctor himself. They tried to avoid the medical bay unless absolutely necessary, and even then, some of the team tried to patch themselves up, rather than submit themselves to the Medic's prodding.

And yet, you found yourself here nearly everyday, kicking your feet as you sat on the gurney like a little kid, waiting to see the doctor. You were drawn in by the man, like a moth to a flame.

"Gott in Himmel," he sighed, seeing you in his infirmary again, for the third time this week, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Was it jetzt falsch?"