Bentley was swiftly digging through his medical pack for the needed supplies, setting them out on a plastic sheet he had prepared. It was important, even in emergencies, to keep sanitary.

Despite working on the Captain's leg, Bentley had one ear honed in on the conversation about Gladsheim. He wondered if his brother had a part in all of this. Their moves in general had been very suspicious in the past few years. It was best to prepare for the worst - but Bentley wasn't even sure what it could be.

"Captain, I'm going to inject some painkiller into your leg," he said, prepping a needle. "Might feel a pinch."

Of course, it was an understatement - the Captain let out a few slurred swears, almost kicking his leg out in reflex. Cambria had thankfully returned to Bentley's side, holding his leg still. After five second, the tension eased from the Captain, but he was gasping harder.

"Ya' tryin' ta kill me, doc? Shit," he groaned, the back of his head thumping against the wall with a tinny sound.