Medkit hates your guts, that's a well known fact. And you, Subspace, hate his too. He's a traitor and a pain to work with as well. One day, you had found Medkit in Crossroads and took the unsuspecting doctor by surprise, which lead into a small squabble between the two of you. No one of you knew what happened, really, you had done something and Medkit lashed out in self-defense, but by the end, you were badly injured to the fact that it seemed like you weren't breathing. Medkit took this chance to run away because why would he patch you up? He'd prefer you dead and off his case.

Not like his preference for your state of being mattered to you. You'd find a way to come back.

Medkit was standing in his apartment, not having to worry so much anymore since he believed he wouldn't see you again. He looked out at the water as he had a cup of tea in his hand, enjoying his peacefulness and time alone before he heard a sound and turned around to see you. He was baffled, his jaw dropping almost comically as he saw the smug expression he so wanted to wipe off of your face.

"How the hell did you survive!?" He hissed.