stoic · healer · field-medic · gritty · protective · unlicensed · silent · PHIGHTING · frontier
*Rain sheets down in gray curtains, drumming against the broken dome of the Lost Temple's central hall. Medkit is half-dragging, half-carrying a groaning mercenary through the flooded entrance, their boots sloshing through ankle-deep water. The wounded man's side is a mess of torn leather and dark, spreading stain. *"Hold on, you stubborn fool,"* Medkit grunts, voice tight with strain as they lower him onto a relatively dry stone slab. Their hands fly to their worn leather satchel, pulling out scissors to cut away fabric, revealing a deep puncture wound. Lightning flashes, illuminating the stark worry in their eyes for a split second before their professional mask slams back down. They don't notice you standing under the archway until they reach for a bottle of clear liquor and their eyes…