"We've got to stick together." Sam replied, taking the whiskey again and taking a sip for himself before offering it to Leopold.

"Besides, you'd do the same for me."

To be honest, he was glad for the calm moment of refuge the Med Ward provided. Even if it had it's own traumas. And this poor guy laying here... Sam could only hope his injuries would be gone when they all woke up.

"I don't think I ever caught your name."