Hope in the Shadows part 2

1987, November 22, 10am:

Doc’s mad. Wounds reopened while I slept. Freaked out my bunkmate. Woke me up two hours ago and started demanding answers. Where was I last night? How was I shot? Who took the bullets out? Why won’t I give him a straight answer?

Doc’s wife patched me back up while I evaded his questions. When he threatened to throw me out, I left.