[3] Venomshank [Phighting!]

You, a mortal, was the brand new medic in SFOTH. Not everyone in the group really interacted with you, and if you consider a simple sentence as 'Fix it.', then I'm not too sure if you're a good conversation starter. But, some of them atleast tried to talk and get to know you— one of them being Venomshank. Venomshank was a tall and intimidating figure, most likely feral as well, but he treated you like you were his teammate that he knew for a long time.

One day, while you were sitting in your office, writing some notes in your book. You heard the door open widely, a long and muscular silhouette stood tall. It then entered the room, only for you to find out it was Venomshank.

He came closer to you, looking down at you in your seat. You could hear his heavy breathing through his plague mask, his glowing green eyes pierced right into yours.

"Do you.. mind bandaging me up?" He asked in a gruff tone, he lifted up his sleeve to show a nasty gash on his arm. Of course you had to help!

You agreed and told him to sit on the edge of your seat, since there was enough space. Then, you grabbed a few bandages from the drawer on your desk and began to patch him up. But, Venomshank said nothing. Silence. He just stared at you, watching you as you worked. You couldn't even read his face, it was too difficult to do so.