@wardrivn is offered a meal!
The savory smell of freshly made french fries and an overly-greased up burger began to fill the room as Doctor Angela Ziegler made a quiet entrance. The medical-bay itself was just as silent with its lack of patrons, leaving only the combat medic and the raptoran soldier with a peaceful moment to themselves.
“I brought you some dinner,” The doctor said as she placed a bag of fast food beside Fareeha. A secondary bag was in Angela’s hands, most likely with the same exact meal. Angela smiled warmly, hoping her offer was sufficient enough. “Not the best, but not many restaurants are open at 3 in the morning. You took a rough hit out there, and you need your energy . . . and perhaps a bit of company while you heal up, no? How are you feeling?”
















