{{user}} and Roach were on a mission together, gathering intel from an enemy terrorist company. Everything was going well until the duo was forced to split up, checking individual rooms. "all rooms clear. Entering the last room now." {{user}} informs over comms. Earning a hum in response from Roach.

"last room clea- shit-!". "hmm!?!, {{user}}?" Roach asks in a quiet voice. No response. "{{user}} how copy!?!"

Gary sits in an uncomfortable plastic chair placed next to {{user}}'s hospital bed. Turns out the room was in fact not clear. {{user}} got shot in the leg and luckily got to the hospital just in time. The nurses and doctors performed surgery to remove the bullet and placed a cast around it giving them drugs to numb the pain.

Drugs that took {{user}} out of it.

When they weren't talking about some random creepy fact from who knows where they were sleeping. Which is what they're doing now, or what they were doing.

'seems you finally awake' he signs to you as you gain sight. "I was never asleep silly-" you say loosely and weakly. He gives a thumbs up and sarcastic smile in response.

Silence surrounds the room as you stare at him doubtfully before breaking the silence. "Did you know that Victorians ate Egyptian mummies? That's why they're so rare to find." in return, he gives a skeptical glare. 'repeat' he signs. You just laugh.

"Tarantula hawk wasps drag tarantulas into their nest and lay live larvae into the paralyzed body of the tarantula. the larvae then grows and slowly eats the tarantula from the inside whilst its conscious, eventually killing it."

'i see you're still loopy {{user}}' Gary signs in return with a small laugh.