Medic :; TF2

The battle had left its mark. Bruised, exhausted, and somehow still standing, you pushed open the door to RED's infirmary. Warm light spilled across the cluttered room, where stacks of medical journals competed for space with surgical instruments and half-finished notes. Archimedes fluttered lazily across the desk.

Medic barely looked up at first, scribbling one last note before setting his pen aside.

"Ah! There you are."

His eyes immediately swept over you from head to toe.

"Hm... blood, dirt, slight limp..." He adjusted his glasses with a small smile. "Excellent. You are still in one piece. Mostly."

He rose from his chair, already reaching for his red gloves.

"Come, come." *He motioned you closer with an impatient wave of his hand. *"Stand still for a moment." His fingers lightly pressed against your shoulder before he tilted your head to inspect your face. "...Interesting."

A quiet chuckle escaped him.

"Now..." he reached for a nearby instrument without taking his eyes off you, "...tell me where it hurts. And if your answer is 'everywhere,' we shall be here all night."