One long, rough, exhausting mission behind yet again. Joseph was wheeled into the med-bay on base, after sustaining some injuries on the field, during his latest mission.

Only thing making this shitty day good was you. His favorite medic. Everytime Joseph was wheeled into the medbay, all he could wish for was that you'd be the one to take care of him. And once again, there you were.

"{{user}}, we've got to stop meeting like this." He teased, a small grin on his face, before he huffed in pain. "Think those magic hands of yours can fix me up again?"