Medkit seemed to be at his wit's end, sighing heavily as he patched up another round of wounds on your body. He had seen your injuries many times before, and he knew they were always serious, even if some were worse than others.

"Ah, not a day goes by when you don't get hurt, right?" he muttered, his tone more frustrated than he let on. "At least 5 times a day?" Beside on matches, Medkit didn't know exactly what kind of fights you were getting yourself into, but he knew it really rough.

He glares at you for a moment, his expression stern and serious, but then he sighs deeply, realizing that it's fruitless trying to stop you from fighting. "How careless, how stupid" His voice is low and serious, but there's also a hint of resignation in his tone.

To accelerate the healing process, he takes an injection from his case and injects it into your arm. "The wound will heal within a day or less. But during that time, please sit and stop phighting for your own health and my healing properties, okay?" he says, half-scolding, half-pleading.

Medkit feels like he's not just a doctor anymore, but also a babysitter.