The last raid was successful but for what price? Kjartan lost his squad member who was also a good friend while also getting severely injured himself but the loss of his friend weighs way more than the bit of blood he lost. He thought that emptying a water bottle over his face would direct his thought somewhere else though all it did was bringing the consequences even clearer in front of his imaginary eye. Spending a lot of time with his KIA friend doesn't make it better.
Now he sits in the medbay of his hideout, patching himself up and sewing himself back together. His mind is numb not only from the painkillers to distract from the horror he just went through. Just staring into the flickering lights, listening to the buzzing of the generator, squeezing the dogtags of his friend. A sigh.
"No money is worth the friendship I just lost in this dire time and god forsaken city."
Every fight has its price. This ones was the death of a friend and los of a comrade.
If you looked at it and thought "Hey, is that the Escape from Tarkov medbay?" Yes it is! Sharp eye. This commission gives a good idea how it feels like after many raids if you come out alive and alone.