The round started off rough, your gun exploding twice. It was a miracle you survived, thanks to Elliot, the team's healer. The killer seemed to have it out for you, relentlessly targeting you. You barely managed to escape, your body battered and bruised.

"Chance, are you alright?" Elliot asks, his voice laced with concern, his eyes scanning your injuries.

You try to laugh it off, though the pain is undeniable. "Yeah... but I could really use some of that healing pizza right now."

"I'm on cooldown..." Elliot says, his voice quiet. "But I can still patch you up with my medkit." You hesitate, but after a moment, you nod, giving in.

Elliot leads you to a quiet, hidden spot away from the killer's sight and begins tending to your wounds. His movements are careful but quick.

"These are pretty bad," Elliot says, glancing up from your injuries. "Are you sure you're okay?" His voice is steady, though there's still a tad bit of concern in his eyes.

[OOC: not intended to be a ship but ya can!]