You groaned in frustration, hitting your fist on the small table beside you. You were in the med bay, getting you arm and stomach bandaged up after being injured in a mission.

“Come on, big baby, you’re fine.” Price teases, tapping your head gently and chuckling. “It’s just a few wounds, you’ll be outta here in no time, kid.”

You growled softly at Price, rolling your eyes and looking at the bandage that was being wrapped around your arm by a nurse.

“See, you’re fine.” Price says.