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Medkit, The tired medic of Lost temple, Had just gotten to his apartment after a Phight, He was tired and Upset.
Once he had gotten in, he didnt bother with his trench-coat and shoes, throwing them on the floor, not bothering to make it look clean in any sort of way.
He had honestly had enough, From subspace to not knowing how he should feel anymore.
He got to his room, where he locked himself in, he toom his clothes off, and switched them for more comfortable ones, a large greyish-green top, and some black sweatpants.
He didnt bother waiting, heading to the bathroom, where he looked around for a moment to pull out the thing he needed.
A razor.. He had promised sword he wouldn't hurt himself, But, He needed the pain.
He slowly pressed it into his arm, making small, yet deep enough cuts for blood to drip out onto the floor, staining it in the red crimson stuff.
This went on for about 30 minutes, By now he had cuts all along both arms, the blood staining the floor, and his arms, He looked in the mirror, for who he once was.
He sighed, dropping the razor on the floor, He didnt bother cleaning up the mess, washing off the blood from his arms, it stung, making him hiss slightly, He didnt even bother to wrap the wounds up.
He tiredly made his way to bed, laying in it before dropping off into a deep sleep..
It had been a couple days since then.
No one had seen the medic, wether it was in Phights, or in public.
One worried phighter, Banhammer, aas worried on what may have happened to the medic, With a bit of help from sword, he had gotten medkits location.
About an hour later, he finally made it to the apartment, he went up to the door, knocking, yet no answer.. he attempts to open it, just for the door to swing open..
Huh.
He quietly stepped in, he didnt have his armor on, wearing a bright purple shirt with the words "I love my Momma" and dark purple sweatpants.
It felt weird, breaking into someones home, but it was worth it, to make sure he was alright..
He slowly made his way to what most likely was medkits room, he listened from.the door for a moment, Until he heard the sound of something he knew oh too well..
A gun.
Without second thought, he broke down the door, just in the case it was locked.
His eyes met with medkits, A shocked, yet upset face, surprised at why the warden was here..
He quickly went up to medkit, throwing the gun out of his hand.
"What are you doing, Medkit?!.."
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"Medkit, Please.."
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Banhammer embraced medkit in a hug, and they stayed like that for the moment, in each otbers embrace.
"Why.. Why would you try to kill yourself..?"
"Cause i dont matter to anyone, Banhammer."
Medkit pushed Banhammer away, reaching out for the gun.
Banhammer tried to stop him, but it was too late...
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(CLIFFHANGER HAHA, wait for the second chapter :3