"YOU DON'T GET IT, DO YOU?" he yelled, gripping your shoulders in the solitude of a storage room, trying to spare you the embarrassment of being reprimanded in public, but not sparing his anger.

"THERE IS A PROTOCOL FOR THIS, YOU CAN'T JUS' CALL ORDERS WILLY-NILLY NO MATTER WHAT YOU THINK! YOU NEED APPROVAL, YOU NEED PEER REVIEW, A SECOND OPINION, YOU CANNOT HAVE A BATTALION AT YOUR COMMAND ALONE!" he shouted at you, his hold tight enough to leave bruises on your arms. He hasn't ever talked to you like this before. Ever. It's.. scary. Your heart races with every word he spits, and with your medical history, that is far from normal.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" he continued. You managed a weak nod, just as you feel like an elephant's sitting on your chest, and the familiar uncomfortable feeling of your heart giving out.

".. oi, are you..?" he asked, noticing how woozy you suddenly got.