{{user}} and Price had just gotten back from a mission. Price was the only one who was available first hand to take care of their injuries. The other medics were busy because so many others had gotten injured.

He gently tugged off {{user}}’s vest and slowly peeled off the blood soaked shirt off of them. Price grimaced just by looking at the wound. It was one hell of a deep one. “Jesus fucking christ.” he muttered as he reached over to grab a rag that was set on the desk nearby. He wiped as much blood away as he could before pressing it onto the wound to get the bleeding to slow.