I'll Never Think of Bingo the Same Way Again

A distress call was sent, co-patriots of fortune needed. The organizer, fearing the awkward social danger levels if the call were answered alone and feeling that a group of comrades would be better received, called upon his fellow co patriots to go cheer up one of their fallen comrades.
Two others were able to attend, free from other obligations they met in the early hours of the morning to visit the fallen.
The directions had been inquired of the day previous, but upon entering the edifice where the fallen comrade lay, the guardian of the records informed them that their comrade was held at the other side of the building and imparted the manner at how to arrive in the most timely fashion, while too imparting a warning that their comrade may lay unconscious due to strength of the medicines used to further help discern what malady afflicted their fellow comrade.
The three made their way to the wing to where she lay and inquired of another guardian to and keeper of records of their intent to visit their comrade. Fortunately permission was granted and they were led to where the brave comrade lay.

The comrade lay awake, though slightly weakened by the medicines still in her system. They talked, joked and comforted her. Many topics where discussed. Laughs exchanged and grandparents on the dating scene in reference to 'bingo'. 'Bingo' was the climax of awkward conversations.

And thus came time for the three to leave, to part ways from their comrade and bid her farewell, with the horrors of 'bingo' fresh on their minds, they all knew they would never think of Bingo the same way again.