TCW comic I’m too lazy to draw #67289:
A ship full of main characters of the 501st is parked at a medical outpost, picking up supplies and rendezvousing with a transport of new troopers. Some medics are aboard the ship to inspect their facilities and give the shinies their preliminary physicals. Tup is among the shinies. Kix is checking him out (…lol).
Tup asks something along the lines of how long Kix is aboard before he goes back to the med station.
“Oh no, I stay here. I’m actually your combat medic. They just needed extra hands to get through everyone.”
Tup makes some kind of lame joke about the phrase ‘combat medic’ and whether it means 'medic during combat’ or 'medic via combat.’
Kix chuckles. “Little bit of both. Speaking of–” He gently prises the helmet out of Tup’s hands, then turns suddenly and WHIPS it across the room, nailing another clone in the ankles and making him fall over as he tries to sneak out the door.
“Wrong direction, vod. You’re done when I discharge you.”
The other clone grumbles and hobbles back to bed. Tup giggles quietly.