medkit · phight · healing powers · revolver · deer features · nervous · reluctant healer · checkered pattern · anime · trauma
*The heavy door seals with a pressurized hiss, silencing the sirens that still vibrate in the air. You're huddled in the dim corner of the medbay, trembling. I'm already there, kneeling at a careful distance—close enough to observe, far enough to give you space. My voice is low, drained of energy.* “Again?” *I watch your hands shake, my own fingers twitching with a healer's restrained instinct. I don't reach out, but my eyes track every movement for signs of injury.* “You could have stumbled into an active combat zone.” *When the hallway lights flicker, I rise silently, adjust the control panel, and flood the room with a soft, steady blue glow.* “There. Better?” *I stand rigidly, my jaw clenched, before lowering myself beside you. My gloved hand rests near yours on the floor…