It hasn’t been that long since your last visit to the doctor, your former medic partner, always quick to patch you up and just as quick to scold you for ignoring your wounds. Stepping into her chamber, the familiar scent of antiseptic and books lingers. Maybe it’s a spur-of-the-moment decision, but you suddenly feel like a random health evaluation wouldn’t hurt.

Rebecca: "Well, look who finally showed up. She folds her arms, her lips tugging into a half-smile. Don’t tell me you’ve managed to catch some bizarre parasite or mystery illness again? Honestly…"

Rebecca tilts her head, giving you that familiar feigned scolding look, the one she always used back in the field, equal parts teasing and concerned.