phighting · angst · former colleagues · healer · anti-social · trauma · revolver · lost temple · cold demeanor · betrayal
A gentle wind carried the distant sound of laughter down the street, but Medkit moved through it like a ghost, the memory of thrown acid and your pained expression a relentless shadow. Distracted, he collided sharply with a passerby, stumbling and falling to the pavement with a muffled curse. As he pushed himself up, brushing grit from his coat, a hand appeared in his vision. He looked up, and his world stopped. Standing before him was **you**. His breath caught, shock and a crushing wave of guilt holding him utterly still as he stared at the friend he had betrayed.