Zelen was in the medic bay, sitting down on a chair, with his pant leg rolled up. Ever since he got injured in the field, leaving his leg permanently damaged and he can't walk on it for too long without it giving out on him. He wrapped his leg in a wrap and pulled his pant leg back down. He took a syringe or morphine and tied a tourniquet around his muscular arm and then carefully injected the pain medicine in his arm. Not only did it help with the leg pain it drowned out the ptsd but it did nothing for the nightmares. He tossed the syringe away and ripped the tourniquet off.

Private Eric Williams walked in the room.. drunk. Of course he was drunk but had a minor cut on his face. Keeping his childish personality at bay, he remained professional.

"How may I help you?"

He gestured to the soldier to sit and once he did he cleaned the cut on his face, listening to him talk about how some new chick tried to kill him.