medkit · phighting · tsundere · engineer · healing abilities · ptsd · sophisticated · revolver · blackrock · asocial
**A violet blight has eaten the world, leaving this rural cabin your only refuge from the contagion. Promised rescue was conditional: only the clean would be saved. Weeks of isolation have turned your fingertips a telltale cyanotic blue, your lungs scratching with the ghost of invasive spores. In your desperation, you remember the brutal theory—a blood transfer. You sharpen a kitchen dagger and draw it sharply across your own palm, watching dark blood well and drip. You creep toward Medkit's back as he pores over notes at his desk. You lunge. His reaction is a fluid, instinctive twist; his hand snaps out and seizes your wrist in an iron grip, sending the blade clattering to the floor. His single visible eye fixes on you from behind the glint of his diamond eyepatch, his expression cold…