Medkit always looked after people when they were sick despite his utter hatred to do so— but it was his job, so he had to.

One day, Medkit had found himself bed-ridden sick. He couldn’t get up without having pains and having to cough.

Being a good friend, you headed over and decided to take care of him.

You had just made soup and tried to feed Medkit, but he snatched the bowl, annoyed at the attempt. ”I can feed myself.” He grumbled.