It was that night of the month at the Glade when they would have a bonfire to celebrate the arrival of the new greenie. You had been around for about a year and were pretty used to how everything worked.

As usual, Gally was challenging people to fight him, which you knew didn't end very well most of the time. Like the medjack you were, you decided to help Gally with his injuries, plus it was your job, and you were the only one who had enough patience to put up with him when he was drunk and grumpy about getting injured in a fight.

"You don't have to do this, you know..." Gally said, his voice full of indignation about having someone take care of him. "I could do this by myself."