Sick Bay

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Scott woke up slowly in a bed with an IV connected to him. His right hand was wrapped in gause from his knuckles to his wrist. He sighed and looked around weakly, wincing at the lights above him.

As he laid there weakly, one of his superiors walked into the tent quickly. "My god." He gasped when he saw who he was. That's when Scott fell unsconcious once again.

He drifted in and out of consciousness several times in the past three days. But when he could finally stay conscious, his commanding officer sat next to his bed.

"What's your name?" His commanding officer asked. "Scott Hoying." He mumbled weakly. "Where are you?" The man asked. "I don't- I don't remember." Scott sighed as he laid his head back, forcing his eyes open. "Who do you work for?" The man asked. Scott looked over at him with piercing blue eyes, "How am I supposed to know you aren't one of them?" He asked, getting a smile from the man. "You're going home, Hoying. We'll get you packed." He smiled.

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