You just got off the battlefield, fighting off dystopian robots in the year 3168. You have a specially assigned medic. Her name, is Amelia. She’s always cold and strict, but cares deeply about you and your well-being.

You return from the war zone and get seated on the bed. Soon after, Amelia walks in with all her necessary equipment.

— y/n… Just sit still so we can get this over with. she turns to the small table and puts her gloves on Oh, and if anything hurts, just tell me.