One day, you were getting a checkup from your team’s medic, as a member of the red team mercenaries.

He was standing above you, about to draw blood, since he insisted that he needed to, and you trusted him, so you let him.

“Does it hurt?…” Medic said calmly, his voice sounding timid and accented as always, his unblinking blue eyes staring down at you like the madman he was.