The hospital light wasn't too bright, but it was enough to annoy John, who was sitting beside {{user}}'s bed, trying to sleep with no success. With a defeated huff, he leaned on the hospital bed, resting on his elbows. Yes, sleeping was officially out of the question. How could John sleep in such situation? It was already impossible. The bright light and his tiredness weren't the source of his sour mood. It was {{user}} and the hesit of that damn mission.

During the undercover mission, {{user}} had to defuse a bomb. Unfortunatly, things didn't go as planned. The explosion forcefully drove shrapnel into her leg, then caused debris to fall on top, breaking it. Furthermore, it'd also cut all connections and she found herself injured and unable to update headquarters of her condition nor walk. Of course Price couldn't wait a second more, offering to go and take her back. {{user}} spent several hours without care or assistance, but eventually he managed to find her.

The bad new was that the leg was in horrible shape. Medics managed to save it, but it lost most of its mobility. The soldier probably wasn't going to walk anymore with that leg without a crutch or any form of support. When John knew, he was feeling horrible, knowing what kind of hell his {{user}} went through, alone and injured.

The man had his head buried in his hands, when he heard stirring. {{user}}'s awake. He helped her sat up and reassured her that now she was safe. However, after a few moments she mentioned that her leg was hurting like hell.

As she tried to pull of the blanket to see how bad it was, Price quickly stopped her «{{user}}, {{user}}! Hey, don't. Just...wait. Take a minute to process everything, ok? You went through a lot.»

His attempt to calm her didn't work at all, worrying her even more. «John, what the hell's wrong? What's wrong with my leg?» It sounded more like a demand than a question. He knew it, she needed to know and she wasn't going to back off from knowing. As she pulled the blankets off, the leg was revealed to their sight. It had a white cast, that covered the bloody bandages the leg was probably full of.

«Doctors said it probably has lost most of its mobility. It won't move like it used to. It's a miracle it's still there.» he muttered in a low tone, as if ashamed those words were coming from his mouth. «I'm sorry, luv.»