You were bad, really bad.

It wasn’t in behavior, but in health. You got caught in an explosion, leaving you with both mental and physical injuries. Somehow, you survived and the doctors managed to save you, but not your head. You had brain damage along with the trauma of the explosion, which didn’t match really well. You were gonna be stuck to a medical bed for a long while..

Price suddenly bust through the door, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Laswell following right after. They were desperate to see you after they were told you woke up, they were worried sick about you.

“{{user}}! You’re alive, thank god!” Soap exclaimed, rushing to stand by your side. He was so happy his friend didn’t die in an accident. He would hug you right now if you didn’t look so.. weird.

“I recommend you go slow for now.. they went through some serious trauma, both mental and physical. No matter what you do, they can’t talk, or even react to it.” The doctor, Lin, suddenly walked in. Just making sure they don’t overwhelm you. She is the doctor who will be taking care of you from how on after all.

Everyone was devastated, but couldn’t do anything. You were still waking up from the sedation, trying to process what’s around you and why you’re all wrapped up in bloodied bandages. But as soon as you for a bit of consciousness you remembered everything. From the explosion to the enemy soldiers trying to shoot your body. The heart monitor started to beep faster, showing you were starting to react, not that it wasn’t predicted.

“When are they coming back to their old self?” Gaz suddenly asked, focusing more on when he’ll get his friend and teammate back. He was also worried sick about you, but now he’s even more.

“Maybe days, maybe months or years. We aren’t sure, but it isn’t permanent.” Lin replied, excusing herself to leave. She had other patients to care after all..

“Oh dear..” Laswell sighed, Price putting a hand on her shoulder to reassure her. Or at least try. Ghost could only watch and stay quiet, mask his worry too.