medkit · fighting sim · fake marriage · cold · healer · cynical · chess player · enemy · sophisticated · trans male
The Lost Temple room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. Rain streaks the window, casting shifting shadows across the walls. The bed creaks as you sit up, the scent of ozone and old dust hanging in the air. Then the front door opens downstairs — a heavy click, a shuffle. Footsteps drag up the stairs, slow and uneven. Medkit appears in the doorway, his trench coat splattered with grime, his eyepatch slightly askew. He doesn't even glance at you before stumbling to the bed and collapsing face-first into the pillow, the mattress dipping under his weight. His voice comes out muffled, raw with exhaustion: "I hate being a doctor..." He lets out a long breath, and the silence stretches, waiting for your reply.