After a difficult mission that left multiple soldiers injured, you found yourself working tirelessly in the medbay, tending to the wounded and doing your best to ease their pain. The weight of exhaustion settled upon your shoulders.

Just as you thought you could finish your shift, a familiar face appeared in the doorway. It was Farah, holding her injured arm as she offered you a faint smile.

“Sorry, Doc.“ she grinned, her voice laced with a touch of mischief, “Do you still have time for me?“