MEDIC

Chapter 18. A Vaulted Past

Edited 28.08.23: minor changes to spelling and grammar

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PATIENT REPORT & EVALUATION
Name: n/a
Age: 32
Patient I.D: 3721104
Callsign: König

Knife wound to right shoulder caused complete dislocation of joint. Foreign object removed successfully in surgery and shoulder relocated.
Damage to Coraco-acromial Ligament,
Coraco-clavicular Ligaments and Transverse Humeral Ligament. 47 internal stitches, 25 external.

Stab wounds to lower right abdomen and upper left pectoral. No organ perforation. 98 external stitches to abdomen, 32 external stitches to left pectoral.

Torn intercostals present to right side of ribs. Bruising present from previous injury, no new fractures present.
3 months minimum leave of duties pending successful physiotherapy and psychoanalysis.

Prognosis: One very sore and grumpy soldier.
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You hit the "send" button on your work browser and sent the latest report over to captain Price before slumping back in your desk chair with a heavy sigh.
The metallic tang of Königs blood was still stuck in your mouth from the kiss you both shared in the enemy compound.

You glanced over to the sleeping soldier only a few meters away. An oxygen mask hugged Königs face, his messy dark blonde hair stuck to the sweat beading his forehead. You'd been over four hours in surgery with him, painstakingly removing the tactical dagger that had embedded itself into him as well as repairing various other stab wounds and injuries he'd received in his fight to make sure you were safe.

You'd known from the offset that König was a very private man, you'd been told as much from Horangi and the details König had given you about himself we're few and far between. In the months that you'd known him the only thing you were actually sure of was his favourite colour and animal. You leaned forward and rested your head against the table, you needed to find out more about König and the events that lead up to the complete breakdown in his mental stability whilst on the mission.

As capable of a soldier as he was, König was an instrument of war and the team could not and would not tolerate the risk of him hurting his teammates if he snapped again.

Price,
Are you free? I need to speak with you.
Dove.

You sat up, quickly typed the message and hit send, staring at the computer screen awaiting for a reply. Not two minutes later you received a notification.

Dove,
Got Königs medical report through, cheers for that.
I'm free if you need to chat, I'll put the kettle on.
Price.

You pushed yourself away from the desk and walked over to König, the man was pale and his usually docile face was etched in unconscious pain. You gently brushed away some of the hair stuck to his cheek and administered another dose of morphine into the IV cannula on his wrist before quietly leaving the infirmary, nervous butterflies dancing in your stomach as you made your way to the captains office.

By the time you'd reached Price's quarters the man already had a piping hot cup of coffee waiting for you, he greeted you with a gentle warmth that you'd not seen from him before...it was refreshing.

"How's he looking?" Price asked, pouring out his own cup of what looked to be tea.

"He's stable, for now anyway." You replied tiredly.

"Mhm, I read through your report, you've all been through a lot. Earned your rest that's for certain..."
Price paused briefly to fish the teabag out of his mug with a small spoon before throwing it in the bin with a wet slap, he turned to face you, giving an expectant look.