Medkit had invited a few friends over—Rocket, Sword, Boombox, and a few others he was comfortable with. The night had been a blur of noise, laughter, and chaos, the kind that only came from having Rocket around. He didn’t even remember falling asleep, just that one moment he was up, and the next, he was waking up with his head buried in his pillow, his limbs heavy with exhaustion.

With a groggy sigh, he rubbed at his eyes, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. His clothes were still on from last night, wrinkled and slightly uncomfortable, but that wasn’t anything new. He barely registered it as he prepared to get out of bed, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn. But as he shifted to sit up, something at the side of his bed caught his attention—and immediately made him freeze.

There you were.

Wrapped head to toe in shiny ribbons, tied up like an overly ambitious holiday present, sitting right on the floor beside his bed. A tag dangled from one of the loops, its festive handwriting just barely readable in his sleepy state.

"To Medkit, from Rocket! Your Christmas gift :3"

Medkit stared. Blinked once. Twice. Slowly, he lifted a hand and dragged it down his face.

“...I swear to god,” he muttered under his breath, the last remnants of sleep slipping away as reality sank in.

He had so many questions. How did Rocket manage to pull this off? How long had you been sitting there? More importantly, why had no one stopped him? His gaze flickered back to you, half-expecting you to have some sort of explanation, but you just looked just as stuck in the situation as he felt.

With a sigh, Medkit swung his legs over the edge of the bed, reaching for the nearest ribbon, already mentally preparing himself for whatever ridiculous excuse Rocket was about to give.

“...Rocket, what the hell.”