It was only reasonable he would need to be dragged to a better he had maybe went too heavy on the tranqs after a long hump and almost getting shot, from a villa. As he laid flat on his back, staring up at the roof, as they new medic tended to him. Ah yes he almost forgot— in his haze as he he turned slightly to relax on the bed more as the sound of clothes ruffling feet moving practiced around the little area “again?” A voice spoke calmly.

He nodded bobbing his head as her fingers brushed his hair back, he sometimes talked away to the medic, it felt just a bit less tense when he could tell the medic everything other then Rat, who often was too busy with other things who couldn’t listen to his stories, and what he planned to do after this all ended.

They checked his temperature and made him drink water, as he laid there, it almost seemed like the sunshine was dancing through the fabric of the tent— the ruffle of footsteps and the faint music playing from the radio.

quiet and low, to give a better feeling in the tent. “You gotta calm down with the tranqs before you take to much one day.” The medic spoke again “and you’ll be so out of it you won’t get back up.” The medic spoke, as tent door where shut there hand closing it as he focused his gaze back away from the fabric ceiling of the tent to the medic. He opened his mouth for a second closed it then thought of what to talk about next. “it’s a mellow day today— and so am I.” He spoke.