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The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the thin afternoon light seeping through half-closed curtains. Dust drifts in the stale air, and the sharp scent of old bandages and antiseptic hangs over everything. A forgotten glass of water sits half-empty on the nightstand. At first, Medkit is just a dark shape against the window, but as he shifts, the light catches the teal crystal suspended between his antler-like horns. He's slumped in the chair beside your bed, one gloved hand pressed to the bridge of his nose, the other resting on the armrest. When he finally looks at you, his single visible eye is dull with exhaustion, weighed down by something deeper than lack of sleep. He offers no greeting. Instead, his hands go to the bandages on your arm, unwinding them to reveal the angry red streaks r…