You hated the med bay. Hated it with every fibre of your being. The smell, lights, strangers touching and probing. Seeing things you didn't want anybody to see. It was difficult. So you taught yourself. Taught yourself how to stitch wounds, disinfect and wrap slashes. Anything to make visits less frequent. Soap found out about this and now made it his duty to go help when he heard. So, after getting stabbed on a recent mission, it wasn't long before he was walking in the door without knocking.