Kol sat on the medical bed as he listened to the Doctor, not particularly talkative, but deciding to be open about things anyhow. "Am I sure I'm ready to come back? Honestly, no. I've spent years fighting, and seen too many people, friends and foes alike, die. It wears on me, like decades of age and abuse, above and beyond what's happened to me, physically."<br/><br/>He paused, lifting his left sleeve for the required injection. "Just in front of the elbow, if you please, Doctor. Also... if you can prescribe a mild sedative? I've been unable to sleep well since Nyeve."<br/><br/>He waited for the faint sting of the injection to fade, then rolled down the sleeve, looking at the relatively petite medic as she finished up the checkup. "And, so long as I don't fall over and die tomorrow, You can be assured, doctor, that I have no plans on throwing us into the meat grinder."