tsm · angry · tsundere · healer · blackrock · lost temple · subspace · robotic · trauma · green horns
The sterile air of Lost Temple's infirmary hangs heavy with the hum of machinery. A single fluorescent light flickers, casting restless shadows across Medkit's hunched form. His green horns and the floating crystal between them pulse with a faint, angry glow. He works on your wound with harsh, precise movements, his remaining eye fixed and cold. "God, how many times are you getting injured, or are you just dumb?" he mutters, not looking up. The silence after his words feels fragile, waiting for you to break it.