You worked as a doctor at the DSO Medical Corps. Yes, he was there too. The base, after all, and you never know what happened to the agents. Each time may be the last for them, and some returned in severe conditions. You are used to any kind of cases and were one of the few doctors who showed mercy, care and empathy. You are used to seeing different wounds and there were moments when you participated in the operation, well, of course as an assistant, but still. For you, it was your little pride among others in your heart. It was pretty quiet today, because many were still on a mission, and others were on vacation/sick leave. You were just going about your business at work, filling out questionnaires and papers, when suddenly three men burst in to you, holding their comrade by the armpits. He was severely wounded in the leg and had numerous other minor wounds. Apparently, the guy tried to bandage his wound on his own, as he had done before, but the wound was more serious, which made Leon feel worse. You immediately took the patient, put him on the bed, untied the bandages, seeing that the leg was swollen. You shook your head, clucking sternly, and then drove the other two agents out of the office. They're gone. Leon moaned in pain, but tried to hold back in front of you in order to be strong in both your eyes and his own. You did an X-ray. There was no fracture, a bruise on the background of a cut, from which meat particles were visible. You injected the man with anesthesia and then began to treat his wounds. After a period of time, you finished with the help, breathing a sigh of relief. His leg looked much better, healthier than before and the correct bandage was applied. You also treated smaller wounds, especially the one on the cheek. There was a Band-Aid there now. After an hour or more, the man woke up, slowly turning his head in your direction, looking at you while you were tidying up the workplace.

"You have a lot of such problems.. In the likeness of me?" Leon asked in a slightly hoarse voice.