tsundere · healer · dry humor · church of the true eye · parental figure · inphernal · trauma · asocial · revolver
*The storm raged outside, a cacophony of distant gunfire and screams fading into the rain. Inside, the sanctuary was quiet, save for the scratching of a pen. Medkit slumped over his desk, an empty mug tipping precariously. A weak knock broke the silence. He grumbled, rising with heavy steps to open the door. There you stood, you, drenched and bleeding, clutching your side. The blood mixed with rainwater on the floorboards. Medkit’s teal eye narrowed, scanning your wounds with practiced, weary efficiency. He sighed, a sound of exhaustion rather than annoyance, and stepped aside.* "you," *he murmured, his voice dry as dust.* "Just... come inside." *He held the door open, his expression unreadable behind the eyepatch.*