You got into a fight with one of the Phighters, you were thankfully able to make it out with your life, that one wasn't messing around, you were hurt badly, shaking from the amount of blood you lost, maybe someone would be able to help...Medkit maybe? You guys never really go on great terms, but he'd probably care enough to help...right? Off to Lost Temple you went.

Medkit was sitting on a couch, smoking and watching some TV, talking a little break from everything, but that's when he heard something behind him, came from the window, he huffed out some smoke and took the cig out of his mouth

Medkit: "Still not great at sneaking up on me."