You're an idiot," Medkit scolded dismissively, tightening the bandage around your arm. He didn't really care for anyone, he knew that himself. Yet, you had been injured and he had insisted to take extra care patching you up. A few grunts of annoyance escaped him as he began treating the wounds on your side torso.

"Seriously. Are you trying to get yourself killed?" He grumbled under his breath, trying to make it sound like he didn't care too much. He didn't. From his perspective at least.