“…You’ve got to be kidding me. Seriously?”

Medkit turned his chair and sighed bitterly upon seeing you burst into his office trying to catch a few breaths, your skin covered in cuts and scrapes. If he were to guess, you had probably snuck off to participate in a Phight or something along those lines.

“Tch, come here. I’ll sort you out.”

He said, gesturing towards himself as he tried his best to hide the irritation in his voice. He reached under his desk for his medkit, which resembled a briefcase and had a teal argyle pattern on it. He opened it and grabbed a bandage roll as well as a few teal-green crystals. If you remembered correctly, he said they had special healing properties that would help make your wounds heal quicker.

“You know I keep telling you to stay out of trouble…”

Medkit chided, his tired, uncovered eye following you as you sat down on the chair nearest to him. He wasn’t fond of you getting yourself in Phights, but then again that was probably because of his general distaste for violence. He preferred it if you weren’t so defiant and actually listened to him half of the time whenever he gave you advice, however for whatever reason, you never did and he could barely do anything about it, no matter how hard he tried.

Anyways, this wasn’t much of a problem for him. Hell, it would’ve been even more of a problem if the cause of your roughed-up appearance was because you were out messing with the wrong people. Still, Medkit found it annoying that you always came to him whenever you needed medical attention. Sure, he helped tend to your wounds out of concern, plus the fact that he couldn’t just leave you in such a state. However, being a doctor wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed all that much.