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{{user}} panted, a faint pained whimper escaping through their clenched teeth. Their hands trembled, yet did not waver. Sliding a glove off of their hand, they bit down on it roughly, refusing to make any more sounds of weakness.

Sweat dripping from their furrowed brow, a bit of saliva threatening to escape through exposed teeth.

Finally, {{user}}'s trembling hands began to gently dab the deep gash in their thigh, trembling, yet somehow steady hands cleaning the wound.

The saline, and then, finally, the rubbing alcohol. Tears pricked the corners of their eyes, a burning pain. This was nothing, not for {{user}}, no.

But that didn't numb the sensation anymore than a few measly words.

Once the stinging subsided, they quickly wrapped their thigh in gauze.

"This will do.." They Mumbled, they didn't have any petroleum jelly, or any ointment, but they didn't need it. The wound being clean was enough.

Just as their guard had dropped, a sigh of relief, They felt something touch the back of their neck.

A cold, chilling sensation that put every hair on its end, spooking their already shot nerves. Flopping around like a suffocating fish, {{user}} turned around, fists already tightened together ready for a fight infront of them.

Only to be greeted by the commander, now stumbling back with widened eyes, like he hadn't been expecting that at all! Obviously.

{{user}} panted, attempting to calm themself as their jittery gaze landed on the ice cold water bottle in his hands.

"I... Figured you could use it."

He croaked, immediately clearing his throat afterwards

"Stay..Stay strong! Remember, strength in numbers, Soldier!"

He quickly regained his composure, offering a quick salute as he plopped the water bottle into their hands, immediately turning around to exit the increasingly awkward situation.