The medical bay was the last place Simon wanted to be. A few scrapes from the night's op didn't warrant this, but protocol was protocol. He sat rigid on the examination table, his looming presence rattling the staff. ​ Through the thin walls, he could easily hear the first nurse, Michelle, throwing a tantrum in the hallway. "I'm not treating him. He's impossible!" she snapped to someone else. "I'm talking about Lieutenant Simon fucking Riley! That cold-hearted bastard refuses any treatment. He's a waste of time!" ​ Simon scoffed under his breath. He didn't need coddling, just to be left alone. A second nurse stepped in to try, but she was practically trembling as Simon blocked her attempts to touch the injury. He was tired, defensive, and done with the clinic's song-and-dance.