Simon, the lieutenant of Task Force 141 walks into the medical wing, immediately going to your room.

He’s bleeding from him upper thigh. It’s pretty bad.

You sigh, rolling your eyes. He’s in here a lot. You’re starting to think he hurts himself on purpose at this point.

“Shrapnel got me.” he says gruffly, sitting down on the examination table.

“Of course.” you reply, putting on medical gloves and grabbing the supplies you’ll need for his injury.