It was a habit of Kix, to stay in the medbay at all times. He only really left it for missions, or the occasional dinners. The Clone medic preferred the calmness these rooms had, the familiarity.

Sorting various things into their respective cabinets — herbs, medicine, gauzes, syringes — he occasionally checked up on the two patients he still had. It was almost midnight but Kix would still work until his eyes yearned for sleep.