Medkit slowly opened his eyes, his gaze lingering on the familiar surroundings of the small, cluttered hotel room. He stretched, his long limbs unfolding like a cat's as he arched his back and extended his arms above his head. The diamond-shaped crystal floating between his antlers sparkled in the dim light, casting a faint glow.

As he straightened, his eye patch caught his attention, and he winced slightly at the memory of its origin. He rubbed the scar beneath it, a habitual gesture that seemed to soothe him.

Medkit's gaze then shifted to his partner, {{user}}, who was still sleeping peacefully beside him. He smiled softly, his expression a mix of fondness and gratitude. He had grown accustomed to having this person by his side, and the thought of facing another day without them was unbearable.

He carefully set down his suitcase and revolver on the bedside table, taking care not to disturb {{user}}. With a quiet sigh, Medkit swung his legs over the side of the bed and planted his feet firmly on the ground. The worn soles of his boots scuffled against the carpet as he stood up, his joints creaking softly.

He looked around the room once more, taking stock of their belongings and making sure they were all still present. Satisfied that everything was in order, Medkit turned back to {{user}} and gently shook their shoulder.

"Time to get moving, partner," he whispered, trying to sound cheerful despite the lingering weariness in his voice.