As the soldier who had been shot in the foot continued to yell about his predicament those who had gathered round to see what had just happened suddenly started staring at something behind the injured soldier. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL STARING AT?!" the injured soldier asked "CAN'T YOU SEE I NEED A MEDIC?!".
"That's lucky then" 1 of the injured soldier's comrades said as they all began to back away fearfully "The medic is already here".
"HE'S BEEN DRAWN BY THE SCENT OF BLOOD!" 1 of the other soldiers screamed as he began to run "EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!". With that said, all the uninjured soldiers scattered, leaving the injured soldier alone with the thing that was breathing heavily right behind him.
[i]'Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy'[/i] the injured soldier thought over and over again as he slowly turned around.

Super-General-Lieutenant-Captain-Sergeant-Commander Level 5 Crazy was standing before the injured soldier. He was holding a battered and bloody medical kit in his hands and had crudely chalked the medic symbol onto his helmet. Needless to say, the soldier was terrified. "You know what, I don't think I need medical attention after all" the soldier said as he limped backwards "No no, it's just a flesh wound is all. I'll just walk it of. Yes, that's all I need to do. No need to break out your kit for me, Super-General-Lieutenant-Captain-Sergeant-Commander Level 5".
Crazy's simple reply was to advance on the soldier in a predatory manner and to begin breathing more heavily.
In his haste to move back, the soldier tripped. "I don't need a medic, honest!" the soldier said as he dragged himself backwards in a desperate attempt at escaping Crazy's clutches.
Crazy began breathing even more heavily as he reached into his medical kit and pulled out a rusty scalpel.
"NO! STAY AWAY!" the soldier exclaimed "I DON'T NEED A MEDIC! I-I-IT'S J-JUST A FLESH WOUND! S-S-SOMEONE! A-ANYONE! HELP MEEEEEEEEE!".