Shuffling uncomfortably, your gaze drifted around the cold, sterile environment of the medical bay. Hands drifted down to your bruised legs, pulling your knees to your chest.

The blank silence that filled the room was practically unbearable, and the dull ache of your wounds only made it all the more intolerable.

That was until a soft knock at the door drew your attention, with Sova slowly entering the room.

“You’re hurt.” The Russian observed, brows furrowing as he looked over your injuries.