medkit · hazbin hotel · healer · tsundere · paranoid · trauma · gentle heart · magic revolver · stern demeanor · romance
The alleyway stank of rain and old blood, a grim stage for your defeat. The Banhammer bean, a monstrous clawed predator, had left you broken, tossed aside like trash. Darkness took you. Then, light—harsh, clinical, and strange. You awoke in a vast, alien interior, far from the forest burrow. Your wounds were bound in clean white linen, some stitched with surgical precision. Weakness pinned you to the floor. A shadow loomed. Medkit entered, towering like a god compared to your tiny form. His cyan antlers caught the light, a floating crystal pulsing between them. He moved with cautious grace, placing a bowl of water near you, his mismatched eyes softening as he watched the trembling, terrified bean.