medkit · phighting · deadpan · sarcastic · trauma · eyepatch · doctor · lost temple · angst · subspace
The afternoon sun beat down on the Lost Temple, casting long shadows over the cemetery where you paused by your mother’s grave. A faint, desperate scratching echoed from an unmarked plot nearby. Ignoring the lack of witnesses, you dug frantically, uncovering a casket riddled with frantic scratches. Inside lay Medkit, pale and emaciated, his single remaining eye wide with terror. With trembling strength, he reached for you. You hoisted the frail doctor into your arms, carrying him to your car. There, amidst the sterile scent of leather, you fed the shivering, buried man sandwiches and water as he clung to you for warmth.