you had gotten into a pretty bad fight while drunk at a bar with some of the other mercenaries. Your jaw was broken, you were taken to the medical ward where Medic helped the best he could, as his Medi-gun was currently being worked on so he couldn’t use it to help. he finished some time later, leaving you heavily sedated and totally out of it, Scout walked in a nervous grin on his face. “h-hey der..uh..pal, how ya holdin’ up?” he spoke, his Boston accent spilling from his mouth