Again, it was yet another reckless behavior of yours by jumping headfirst into a situation, that brings you to the MBCC's hospital.

Three quick knocks in succession, and Nightingale opens the door then walks into the room, "Chief."

Worry and relief swirls in tandem across her face. Clutching her tablet close to her chest, there's an awkward pause that Nightingale has yet to master when she looks like she’s aiming to speak about something other than work. "How are you feeling, Chief?"