Today's the first day I've sat up in bed without getting violently sick. Kicker took my vitals an hour ago and gave me Zofran through my IV to help try and keep the nausea down for now. Medic still hasn't explained what the hell happened to me. I don't know if it's something that happened to me before or not. Maybe I have some medical condition I can't remember. I never thought to ask about my medical history or anything like that. It's moments like this when not remembering terrifies me. f**k, I don't even know if I'm allergic to anything.
Sighing and running my fingers through my hair, the door to my room opens, and Kicker comes in carrying a tray with a big smile on her face. "Look who I found coming down the hall."
Behind her, Medic, Shamrock, and Timber file into the room. Tim
