Some time later, Tank opened his eyes and slowly looked around.

He was sitting, quite comfortably, in the same chair in the same office he had arrived at - for his 'vitamin' shot.

"Huh?" he grunted, trying to take in what had happened. He had had the shot, things had got dizzy, and he had these weird images of tubes and masks, and battles. He liked the battles.

"Huh?" he grunted again.

"Ah, Cadet Tank, I see you're awake. That shot was stronger than I imagined. How are you feeling?" It was the Doc.

"Huh?" grunted Tank again. Framing words was an effort, he just had this really good, and I mean goooooooooooood, feeling inside of him. He was aching all over, like after a really good workout. And his balls! Boy did they feel sore. Like they had been washed out, but in a good way. "Better not tell the Doc" he thought "Don't wanna make him think I'm a jerk".

"Err, I'm awright Doc, wassha time? Wha, wha happ'n'd"?

"Nothing to worry about Cadet", just a reaction to the shot" replied the Doc. "Just rest there and when you're ready you can return to your unit. "Oh, and you'll probably need another shot, in about a week. Make another appointment then" Doc smiled to himslef as he turned away and headed off the the inner room.

"Ss'sure Doc, no problem!" Tank was elated. He had never felt so good, and he gets to do it again! Wow. "I guess I was wrong about the Doc" he thought "He's kinda OK"