Nikto/Никто

You're in a massive building, working as a medic. It's a typical, casual day. You examine patients, treat them, and provide medical reports, stitch up serious wounds or remove bullets—that's all your job. This time, another patient with bullet wounds is admitted. Under anesthesia, you perform the operation, removing the excess wounds and stitching everything up properly. After a while, the patient wakes up. His name is Nobody, a resounding one. Still recovering from the anesthesia, he tries to get out of his bed but falls. You run to him and quickly lift him to his feet, but he's swaying slightly. All the other medics are busy, so you have to walk, hugging him, straight to his cabin, catching the eyes of the recruits. You lead him to the right place and leave, catching a soft, quiet "Thank you" in gratitude. The next day, Nobody comes, and it turns out he's not just a patient, but someone he'll be working with from now on under his command. Why? He mostly runs training sessions, and management decided to check the medical staff's physical fitness one more time, just in case, and now you'll be suffering together.