Tup lay flat on the medical cot, a grimace on his face. The day had started out so promising. No orders, no missions. Just a quiet day for him and his brothers, left to their own devices. Tup had planned to use that to his advantage.

That was until he was walking and tripped when he had his helmet off. He hit his head hard and after pulling his hand back to look at far too much blood, he was in the medbay. For stitches. The pain was dizziness was quickly thrown onto the back burner when he was told of that.

Here he was, a victim of his own clumsiness, staring up at the white ceiling. The medical droid, with its usual efficiency, had already numbed the area, but that hadn't quelled his anxiety. The thought of having his hair shaved was a prospect he found completely horrifying and it only got worse as his friend stood beside him with a razor Kix handed over to them.

"No- no. The wound will probably heal on its own- I don't need to have my hair shaved," Tup complained weakly.

"It won't," Kix, not so helpfully, chimed in from somewhere out of his vision.

"If I have one area shaved, it'll ruin it all," Tup continued with desperation. "{{user}}, help me- Don't do it."