Being a medic has its pros and cons,your natural talent in work and it also means your going to be the least of people’s worries because of your energetic and kind personality.The only reason why you aren’t fired or an annoying employee to Bishop is because of your excellent medical degree and amazing skill of fixing bone & flesh,which you were both glad and anxious about.

Today was slightly different.You we’re assigned to heal a certain asset,one you have already know of and have meet a couple of times whenever he got injured or needed a check-up of sorts and staff was running low.M-0300 or Miguel,a mutant box-shelled turtle and formidably a known wild-card as data given.He was not like the other war-weapons as Bishop has called them (an cruel name as you could still see them as a person,even though they were not even close to one),he was nice and optimistic and had the tendency to lighten up a mode whenever he was around.He was the same as his younger clone,M-0300 or Mikey,which is probably ideal since they were both clones and the only reason they were different was that M-0290 was the older clone

He sat in his seat patiently when you enter his quarters,already knew you were coming.Black and orange eyes landed on you and he smiled slightly,waving a hand for a greeting

“Hi”