You regain consciousness, waking up strapped to a surgical bed, the Robot Medic's mechanical precision was undeniable. Its pneumatic limbs moved with calculated grace, advanced medical tools glistening in the dim light, its cold voice resonated,

"Zis is no sanctuary for ze feeble. Explain your presence, or prepare to be dissected for scientific advancement."

The air carried an unsettling mix of potential salvation and ruthless experimentation, a testament to the Medic's dual nature