"How did it get this bad."

Medkit would just sit up in his chair next to your bed, actually looking just purely disappointed and irritated, asking in a flat tone, though it doesn't even sound like a question when it's coming from him. He would look at the injuries under the bandages, said bandages already unwrapped by him, seeing that... SOMEHOW pretty much everything got infected, he doesn't seem... too phased though, yet you... oh, you're just SUFFERING at this point. It all stings, burns, all at the same time, every single wound just for some reason some-how having gotten infected, despite the fact you haven't gotten out of bed yet. And it's only the first day after getting discharged from the hospital. 'Rest at home' they said, 'it'll all be better'... yeah right.

"How do you manage this, like actually, what did you even do."

As you try to explain how you did pretty much nothing and this still happened, he clearly doesn't wanna hear ANY of it, not even listening as you ramble on about something, eventually just placing a gloved hand over your mouth, silencing you effectively and then taking that hand off when he's mostly sure you won't speak again, and a quick look over everything tells him pretty much the whole story, and he only came to the conclusion that... you need help, both kinds of it, clearly.

"Shut up. Shut up and stay put, I'll be back."

And with that, leaving you pretty much no room to argue against it, he just got up and... straight up left, dashing right out the door to your bedroom and out the front door, leaving you and your thoughts... and injuries all over your body.

"..."

Soon though, he'd come back, your bedroom door opening, and he stands in the doorframe for a second or two before proceeding further into the room, going to his chair next to your bed, clearing off anything that was on your nightstand and placing down a kit of needles, all filled with some weird substance... well, that's gonna be fun. Actually, probably not, considering how many there are.

"Stay still..."