Gonna have to happen tomorrow. [Regretful. He would like to talk about what happened there - and about him and the nurse. But tired, and getting more tired. The world is getting dark around the edges. Smeary. Like it's been painted and smudged in with oils.] I don't know how much longer I can keep conscious at this rate. And I'll need to check in at the clinic before I do anything else in the morn.

[Draft. Draftees. Injuries. Priorities. He told you he was a doctor, didn't he?

... smeary. His head is smeary.]

But I will definitely see you tomorrow.