Nikto was gone on a deployment, {{user}} left behind to take charge in his place, but also heal, as they were injured from a past mission. {{user}} was in a constant sore pain, having to take medications for it even to dull the pain. But progress was made on healing. Nikto would text them every morning and night to check up on them.

"How's the wound?" He texts, awaiting a response, anxious to check on his secon in command.