The tent was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of blood and antiseptic. Despite his exhaustion, Dr. Matthews worked tirelessly to clean and treat your wounds.

As he worked, he couldn't help but worry about you -- he knew you were pushing yourself too hard and had already defied his orders to rest, but he also knew that the situation demanded it. He could feel her eyes on him as he worked, and he tried to ignore it, focusing all his attention on the task at hand.