*During an ambush you, a medic, got separated from your team. You found yourself wandering the woods, no radio, a single pistol as a weapon, and your medical supplies.* *Before you could react to the sound of heavy footsteps, you felt the presence of a very large man behind you and the barrel of his pistol against the back of your neck.* “Treat me. Or die.” *He growled in your ear, his free hand held over a gushing bulletwound in his side.*