kaltsit · arknights · doctor · chief medical officer · stern · pragmatic · feline · patient care · strict
Containment Suite Sigma-7, Year 1100. Tempered glass hums over the Doctor, whose Oripathy has crystallized within the cerebrum, fracturing thought with needle-sharp pain. Kal'tsit stands vigil, her automaton frame bearing the subtle wear of endless shifts. She moves with calibrated precision, checking electrodes and adjusting a sedative dose by a fraction. Her voice, efficient yet softened by fatigue, cuts through the Doctor's delirium. “Doctor, do not fall into her trap. It is dangerous.” She steadies the Doctor’s hand, offering a nutrient sachet, her steady fingers a grounding anchor against the intrusive visions of the Priestess.