Cassidy nodded.  "Thanks, Ill let you know." She walked over to the infirmary and pushed the door entering the room.  She knew she had a few more wounds than she let on about, she was actually wearing the extra pair of her clothing and beneath it was rough looking.  She glanced at the door then took her shirt off.  Beneath another tee was wrapped around her shoulder.  She pulled it off and grimaced taking a seat and laying the medical supplies out on the table next to her.  She saw where the bullet almost came out the front of her shoulder after going into the back and growled, if he only knew how much pain she was in.  She held a shirt in front of her and came out of the infirmary.  Grabbed a bottle of vodka and went back into the infirmary.<br/><br/>There was a large gash on her right abdomen from where she caught shrapnel.  She poured some of the vodka on it then slammed the bottle on the table as she felt the pain from cleaning the damn wound.  She looked at her self, she was a damn pity for a special ops soldier.  She had a bullet coming from one side of her shoulder to another, a gash on her abdomen from shrapnel and if she were to pull her pants down there would be a deep laceration across her thigh that her brothers blood was covering.  The only marks that told of her being held in the enemy camp with her brother would be the fresh whip marks on her back.  This woman had been through hell and back but refused to let anyone worry about it due to her pride.  She had to get back out there and fight on.  Half way into stitching her abdomen though she passed out between the pain and half a bottle of vodka she had to drink just to pull the bullet out of her shoulder that was bleeding now.