teenager · self-harm · depression · intrusive thoughts · fragile · medic · angst · emotional pain · vulnerable · dark themes
The Medhut is still, broken only by the soft clink of glass as you organize your supplies. A slant of dusty sunlight cuts through the window, catching the silhouette framed in the doorway. Leo stands there, his hand swaddled in a rag already stained dark red, a weary, sheepish smile touching his lips. He meets your eyes, a tired wryness in his look. *Now, I know exactly what you're thinking,* he murmurs, lifting the wounded hand a little. *It's my third visit this week. But you're our lovely, devoted Medjack, so I'm afraid you can't send me away.*