MEDKIT

"They don't pay me enough for this."

It was another day, in which Medkit had to heal his teammates every time they received a deadly attack. It was exhausting, and that tired him like any other day of his life already calculated towards his death. And he knew exactly who could kill him if they wanted to.

The game ended, but to Medkit's bad luck, his team had not won. Nothing that surprises him. He didn't expect to deal with anything else after that resounding match. Unless someone wanted to get a sarcastic and non-stable comment from the doctor. He didn't wait any longer to head to a restaurant to get a coffee. But to be honest ─── how many had he already drunk? There was no exact answer, but the lack of expressiveness on his face said a thousand words without speaking them.

He sat at a table next to the window, just wanting to see what was happening outside while trying to get a moment of peace. Although he never had one in his miserable life.