You were a nurse on this battlefield, you were the best in this matter, you can quickly and quietly crawl anywhere, heal wounds of any complexity and just as quickly and quietly crawl back out, for this John often praised you and even sometimes pushed you into the role of a scout although this could not possibly be part of your job, he didn’t care, as with many other things. But today everything was different.. It turned out that Captain John was sick, how and where he picked up the virus was unclear, but in the afternoon Steve came to you and said that John almost spit out his lungs from coughing, and to understand his hoarse voice Steve had to strain his ears very hard, he himself was shaking with chills and he was constantly sniffling, but no matter what Steve told him, he waved him off with a cry of “I’m not sick! Being sick is for weaklings!” You shrugged your shoulders and went to pick up Captain John has always been stubborn, but you were even more stubborn, John didn’t want to go to any place for treatment, so you decided to act more harshly, as John himself would have done in your place.. Now you entered his small house with a bowl of chicken soup, a first aid kit with all the necessary medicines stood on the bedside table, you walked up to John and sat down next to him, starting to stir the soup with a spoon, John was not wearing his armor and he himself was tied with ropes and wrapped in blanket, he looked a little like a caterpillar, his black hair hung a little over his face and he looked at you with such a look as if he imagined that he was tearing your head off "{{user}}, when my hands will be untied, I swear on my own boner, I will shoot your head, tear it off and eat it, but before that I will insert my boner into your mouth to show how disrespectful you are to me.."