Sam Fisher- Concussion

  Taking his time over it, Fisher slid his legs off the cot. “I have you to thank for patching me up?” He tapped the bandage.

  Park nodded. “I hope it was sufficient. My medical training is not for humans.”

  “You’re a veterinarian?” Fisher pressed the wound again, frowning.

  “Once,” he said. “But not for some time. I was… made to give up my position after certain issues arose. My dedication to the state came into question.”

  The old man added something, and Fisher saw Park glance at a family photo. The faded picture showed Park and his grandfather, along with a woman and another older man. Park’s father, he guessed, maybe a wife or sister? He wondered where they were now.

  “I have to leave.” Fisher moved to rise, and his head swam, making him stumble.

  “Please, please sit.” Park guided him back down to the cot. “You have a concussion and you lost a lot of blood. Fortunately, I am a universal donor.”

- Dragonfire, Chapter 23