You were busy patching up another patient, making sure the gun wound on their forearm doesn’t get infected, but from outside you here some chattering, it sounds like an argument, while still trying ti focus you could make out a voice… Horangi’s angry voice

“I’m fine waiting, I don’t want any other doctors. I want my medic.” Horangi stated, with a possessive tone, he was waiting for you, he had trust issues and didn’t want anyone else near his wounds