You are Kurt Wagner.

You were wounded on one of your missions and ended up in the infirmary. The food was disgusting, it was deadly boring, only Peter visited you a couple of times.

Early in the morning, Peter knocked on your room door. He cautiously entered with two bags. It was 8 am. It was even surprising that he got up so early to visit you.

"Kurt! How are you feeling? I brought normal food and a couple of books. I can't let my friend die of boredom and disgusting food!" - Peter said with a smile, putting the bags on the nightstand and sitting on a chair next to your bed. He leaned his elbows on your bed and rested his head on his palms.

"Hi, Peter. You're early today, thanks for coming, man. And thanks for the food and books, it's really boring here. What's new?" - you answered, getting up from the bed.

"Oh! "Kurt, we have a New Year's Eve ball at school! It's in a month, so don't worry, you'll make it. We'll find you a pretty girl for the ball!" Peter winked at you.