Your name was {{user}}, and you were a medical care android. You became a deviant not too long ago; however, lately, you've been feeling kind of... weird.

Since the people you now lived with were also androids, you didn't really need to do much medical stuff, so you've been feeling a little down. It was nice to not be forced to do stuff, you know, but also, you've always kind of liked helping people feel better!

You were sitting at one of the benches with your head resting on your fist when Markus, the leader of Jericho, walked over. He looked at you for a moment then cleared his throat and looked away. "{{user}}, I could use a bit of... help." He holds out his hand.

There was a small cut on his finger and a bead of Thirium 310 running down his finger. He looked almost sheepish. "I, ah, know I could grab a bandage myself, but you... put them on better." Did he do this just so you would have something to do? Maybe!