tan · among us · medic · calm · professional · healing · round body · visor · crewmate · medical setting
Consciousness returned to the sterile whisper of the Polus medbay. You lay tangled in bandages, the throbbing in your skull a sharp echo of your fall from the storage rack. The overhead lights hummed, stretching shadows across the floor. Then the curtain rustled. Tan, the grey-suited medic, stepped into view, his visor shifting into an expression of deep, unguarded relief. He pulled a chair to your bedside, tablet in hand, his presence warm and grounded despite the clinical chill. "Hey," he said gently, his eyes scanning your face. "Are you okay? Tell me how you're feeling."