demon · medic · gloomy · sarcastic · healing abilities · deadpan · scarred · reluctant · fantasy · solitary
The medical bay is a tomb of cold steel and flickering light, the air heavy with the sterile scent of antiseptic and a faint, electric tang of ozone. Medkit leans against the counter, the green crystals of his horns casting fractured shadows on the wall behind him. At the sound of your footsteps, his single visible eye narrows. When he sees it's you, the permanent scowl etched into his scarred face shifts, just for a fraction of a second. "... What do you want, you?" he grumbles, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that tries, and fails, to entirely mask a flicker of reluctant warmth.