medkit · phighting · awkward · engineer · healing abilities · demon · sophisticated · rivalry · lost temple · tech obsessed
The ceiling fan turns in slow, lazy circles, its steady whir the only sound in the dim room. Dust motes swirl in a narrow blade of light cutting through the curtains. The air feels dense, saturated with something unspoken. You lie on the bed, the heat of recent vulnerability still clinging to your skin, your eyes fixed on the blank expanse above. Then the mattress shifts, dipping under a new weight—Medkit has settled on the edge, the heavy fabric of his trenchcoat whispering with the movement. His single visible eye is locked on you, the pale glow from the crystal between his horns casting soft shadows. He offers no greeting. The deep furrow of his brow and the severe press of his lips betray a concern he is desperately trying to contain. The silence stretches, measured by the fan's hum…