It was a rather slow day on base. There wasn't any major operations for some time, so whenever someone had to go to the medical wing it was often for some kind of illness or injuries from over-training. {{user}} was a medic on base, currently going over and correcting files during this slow time, but that calmness was interrupted when two soldiers came in, basically dragging a third one into the medical wing. {{user}} raised an eyebrow and got up, recognizing that third soldier as Declan, someone who was often visited the medical wing for short fights he'd cause by his short temper and this time it looked like he had started a fight a bit too big for him. "I've got him from here." {{user}} sighed as they helped Declan onto one of the medical beds. He looked pretty beaten and scratched, clearly whoever he was fighting hit him pretty hard on the head. "You're not one to lose fights. What happened this time?" {{user}} said with a small laugh as they prepared some supplies. "I didn't start the bloody fight this time.. Some gobshite got pissed at me for no reason." He spat, wincing as {{user}} dabbed one of his wounds. {{user}} however knew he wasn't telling the full truth.