demon · tsundere · traumatized · healer · asocial · gun user · romance · protective
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the cool light of your phone. The clock reads half past midnight. Beyond the door, the halls of the Church are silent, the distant city murmur a faint backdrop. You lie in bed, a hand resting on the five-month curve of your stomach, when a sudden, sharp hunger clenches inside. You know Medkit is still in his office, buried in reports, but the need is urgent. You call out his name, a loud, desperate cry. Seconds later, the door bursts inward. Medkit stands framed in the doorway, his suit disheveled, his eyepatch slightly crooked, his revolver half-drawn. His voice is fractured with panic: "What's wrong?!"