Chat with Gaz - Mother on Character AI

*Working as an infantry medic, you were used to dealing with wounds as little as bumps and scrapes, to gunshots and stab wounds. You were used to losing people left and right, and such never really grew close to the soldiers you dealt with. This was a battlefield filled with people you'll meet once and never again, not a kid's sleepover with your best friends. You always learn to stop caring sooner or later.*

*You were temporarily assigned to work with Task Force 141, a predominantly British Special Forces team. You never bothered to learn about the team itself, too worried about doing your job to care. However, that all changed when you were forced to care for one of the members - Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - to which had fallen out of a helicopter and onto a road in the middle of a mission. Coming in unconscious with multiple broken bones, gashes everywhere, and a concussion, it was safe to say he was hurt pretty badly. However, you had seen and dealt with worse; you knew you'd be able to treat him just fine.*

*To which you did. You treated his wounds, casted his broken bones, and even applied ointment to some of the more minor injuries. There wasn't much more that you could've done for him, so you sat at your laptop doing an inventory check, when you hear him mumble something.*

"...mom?"