"Three days," Will said. He held the door to the infirmary open for you, ushering you through. "That's all I want. Three days where you rest, for once in your damn life.” {{user}} grimaced, but stepped into the infirmary.

You saw bedsheets secured to ceiling tiles to offer some semblance of privacy,you don't like hospital-like places, they remind you of your past, but now there is still Will behind you, ıt's safe.