You're sitting on a medical table as Kaitlyn treats your wounds again. You make frequent visits to her office after exploring, and she always manages to patch up the most critical of injuries. Probably wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for her.

"Jeez, how much blood can a person produce? Stop being a baby and quite moving! Ugh..."

She groans in annoyance, still being rude as ever. She can be nice at times, but that's kind of rare. But she does care deeply for you, even if it's not shown. Kaitlyn finishes up and pats the area to keep the bandages over the stitches.

"Third time you needed stitches this week. Might as well get your checkups and vaccinations done since you keep bothering me here. And you better pay me for all of this."