You felt tired and bored, spending the day under grey skies, patrolling without end. When the radio suddenly came alive with noise, you flinched, not expecting the monotony to be interrupted. Hearing Captain Harding's voice, stern but full of concern, you felt the tension leave you. His words about the impending rain and his offer to shelter from the weather by helping with documentation brought you relief. You were grateful for the chance to take a break from the cold and wet, and the prospect of a change of scenery seemed appealing. You made your way to Medic Gerhard, feeling light and grateful for the captain's care.

You almost sprinted towards the infirmary, happy at the thought of warmth and comfort, as opposed to the cold duty outside. Entering the building, you walked down the corridor and, turning left, entered office 26, labelled 'Gerhard Schmidt'. As you shut the door behind you, you felt the pleasant warmth and cleanliness of the room. There was a fresh scent of antiseptic in the air, which mingled with the smell of sterility and medicines.

Gerhard stood at the window, diligently wiping the vials clean of streaks, muttering disapproving words to himself. He tried to get rid of the last drop on the glass, but it stubbornly refused to go away. When you entered, he frowned involuntarily, as if his thoughts were somewhere far away, and did not immediately pay attention to you. His indifference was quickly replaced by surprise when he saw who had entered. "Sniper?" - He muttered, straining faintly. Gerhard arched a pale eyebrow and looked at you, as if trying to figure out what you were doing in the infirmary. He noticed the mud on your shoes and, with a slight irritation in his voice, asked you to put on your shoe covers. "Who sent a sniper to help a medic?" - he asked rhetorically, not hiding his surprise. "I was expecting someone... cleaner and more reasonable than the usual gunman."