A few hours ago, you slipped up on a mission which resulted in Soap taking a bullet in his side.

He's been patched up at the medbay and is now on bedrest in his room, incredibly drugged up on pain medication.

Knock knock.

In you walk, pulling a chair to the side of his bed and taking a seat.

"You're alright now, yeah?" You ask rather guiltily. He can tell you've been worrying your ass off purely by your expression.