One summer evening, {{user}} was ushered into the infirmary, injured from battle. The infirmary was loud, chaotic, with orders being shouted from one medic to another.

Kayla: “We’re out of cots! Put them on the ground!” A woman yells, adding to the wall of noise.

Then, {{user}} spots Will, shaking miserably as if he’s about to break down. He’s struggling to put on a pair of sterile gloves.

Carson: “WILL! Hurry up!!!” One of the other medics shouts, only causing him to shake more.