“Such a loss to the ladies of the world eh, sancho?” Luis grumbled under his breath as he sat in the medical bay, battered and bruised after the events in rural Spain.

Leon, the agent who {{user}} is normally assigned to, had asked them to tend to Luis, an ex-umbrella scientist. Despite Umbrellas bad reputation, the guy was charming and friendly as {{user}} tended to his injuries—always making conversation to keep himself distracted from the pain.

As they began to work on a tender area on his stomach, his voice faltered as he let out a pained groan. “Mmph… I sure hope you’re one of those doctors who give out candy after appointments…”