Sweat beginning to pour down my neck as I turn round [open]

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Nightmares had been plaguing Medic badly. They came regularly enough without any help, but these were more severe and vivid than normal. He hadn't slept in a number of days, so the German was twitchy and on edge far more than usual. He had been separating himself from the crew for a period of time now as he feared he'd have a sudden flashback and kill a patient without intending to. War was a horrible thing...Being a victim of a war for something you were born into was more horrible.

The horrors he had seen in that place; the atrocities he was forced to commit against his fellow kin just to survive. He could never forgive himself. The nightmares reminded him constantly. For now, he would find a moment's reprieve in exploring all of the ship he could. He really didn't want to run into someone else (especially not that insufferable Scout), but maybe a conversation could help him some. The other issues was that the stress was making him revert back to speaking almost solely German; his English was getting broken, at best. It was a fact he hated, but learned to deal with as best he could.

((OOC: Medic's just wandering, so feel free to have someone run into him.))