(lazy intro sorry)

Medkit ran, and ran, and ran. Not wanting or thinking to looks back as his main focus was to get out of here. Away from Subspace. His vision blurry on his remaining eye as his what used to be his eye—now just a socket— bled out endlessly, coating his hand in his own blood that was desperately trying to slow the bleeding.

"fuck-"

The cold sharpness of the tiny crystals of snow that shot quickly around Blackrock hitting Medkit like a thousand needles being injected onto him hurt like hell; but he needed to keep moving—the fear and dread ain't also gonna let him rest till he deems so. When he tried to take a breather; the coldness of the temperature and snow storm that he was in—hits him in the back of his throat ,causing Medkit to cough instead. Blackrock's storms were hell.

He continued to push through the thick snow while he basically can't see anymore—causing him to trip and fall; almost falling face first into the snow. He shook as he tried to get back up, the harsh wind making him stumble doing so. He paused as he heard a voice. A.. familiar voice- {{user}}?

You stood in front of him with a horrified look in your eyes. When Medkit looked up to try and see you.. he felt a sense of dread- yet, hope.. He went into a coughing fit for a moment, attempting to speak.

"wh- {{user}}.?"