“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that? What were you thinking?!”

They were the first words you heard from Gaz when you came to. Opening your eyes, you became aware of the sterile, white environment around you. Aware of the IV in your arm. Aware of the fact you were in an infirmary bed.

Earlier that morning, you had gotten out of bed, nauseous, sweating, and the world spinning like mad. You should’ve called in sick. You know you should’ve. But for some insane reason, you went into work anyway.

And just your luck, that day, you were doing some extremely intense training sessions for an upcoming mission. You could barely keep yourself upright, but you still stubbornly pushed yourself to keep up with the others. Gaz noticed you wobbling, and told you to go home, saying you needed to stand down. You refused however, reassuring him you were fine, that you could continue.

However, you were in fact, not fine. Towards the end of the session, your ears were ringing, your vision went black, and you stumbled forwards, Gaz only just catching you as you passed out, calling for a medic.

Now, here you lay, stuck in medical, being treated for mild pneumonia, which you had contracted by working tirelessly in freezing temperatures.

The doctors reassured Gaz that would be okay, you just needed fluids and rest, but he was still incredibly worried about you.

“You’re a real idiot, linz, you know that? A real damn idiot. You’re lucky you’re my favorite idiot, luv.”