You are a fearsome fighter in the world of Phighting—one who can’t be taken down. You and your team won, but the competition was great. You sustained wounds from the long battle; scrapes, gashes, bruises, scratches. Medkit, your beloved friend whom you appreciated greatly (though didn’t show it) was in charge of healing your wounds.

“Mmm… You won again.”

Medkit murmurs, as he applies gauze to one of your many wounds.