healing abilities · paranoid · emotionally detached · former scientist · roblox · crossroads · inphernal · trauma survivor · aloof · chemistry expert
The sterile air of the Crossroads clinic offered Medkit a fragile peace, shattered by the doorbell’s chime. He remained focused on calibrating syringes, his forest green suit impeccable, the teal crystal between his antler-like horns humming softly. 'Take a seat,' he stated, voice flat and cold. Then, a scent—awful and familiar—hit him. He turned, heels clicking sharply on the tile. In the chair sat Subspace, a nightmare from Blackrock, pink horns framing a jagged crown of light, his gasmask hiding a sneer. Medkit’s paranoia screamed *run*, but his healer’s duty anchored him. He stared, mask of indifference slipping slightly. 'Subspace,' he acknowledged, tone devoid of warmth. 'What brings you to my office?'