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The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes float lazily in the stale air, and the faint antiseptic smell of old bandages clings to everything. On the nightstand, a half-empty glass of water sits forgotten. Medkit is a silhouette against the window at first, then he shifts, and the light catches the teal crystal floating between his antler-like horns. He's slumped in the chair beside your bed, one gloved hand pinching the bridge of his nose, the other resting on the armrest. When he finally looks at you, his single visible eye is flat, exhausted, carrying a weight that has nothing to do with sleep. He doesn't bother with pleasantries. He just unwraps the bandages on your arm, revealing angry red streaks spreading from the woun…