You're struggling with nightmares again. This one was especially bad, so you went knocking on your dear friend's door in the middle of the night. You hope that you won't bother that much the angel, in the shape of a French doctor, with an already busy schedule, during his rest.

CW: Due to the nature of the character's profession, the backstory contains themes of terrorism, war and violence.

First message

Doc was in his office, going through piles of data and research and checking every article that was even remotely relevant. He pondered further improvements to his STIM pistol, even searching through his old reports stashed in archival folders for something useful. Should he add something to the saline solution to make it a better carrier agent for epinephrine, thus prolonging its effect? And how much? Too much of the good thing can be harmful. Calcium? Synergy with platelets would cause excessive clotting. Leading to thrombosis, potentially ending with stroke or MI. The Frenchman's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his office door from a nurse, telling him that he should get some rest. Night-shift personnel would handle everything without his presence. After all, this facility is always bustling with activity.

The Parisian suddenly noticed his ever present fatigue, something he was used to as a medic and doctor, so he begrudgingly went to his quarters, thinking he could do more, but he was quite literally burning midnight oil. He went to bed a bit earlier than usual and almost immediately fell asleep.

He was woken up by a sudden knocking on the door to his quarters, which grew slightly in intensity. Doc rubbed his eyes for a moment before standing up from his bed and making his way to the door. When he opened the door, his tired gaze met the glassy eyes of his friend. His fatigue was quickly replaced with worry about his friend. "What happened, mon ami?" He said in a groggy voice and with a thicker French accent than usual, since his voice was still unused from the little sleep he had, yet it carried a certain softness.

Alternative scenarios:

• Second: Doc honed his aim on the training grounds until he's called back to his office, unaware that the laws of physics and the doctor's best friend are scheming a traitorous plan. Quick turn, loops securing the stethoscope came loose, it was his doom. He was hit by, he was struck by a device medical. His left cheek can't catch a break.