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Medkit x Reader (Rain World)

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If anything in this oneshot seems out of place, it's because it's a crossover. I tried to make it friendly for both the audience who know next to nothing about the game. If you wish for some information- I have written all which you need in comments next to this text.

This is angst. Warnings are written where the information is too, if you get all boo hoo and sob over certain topics.

In good health

Lately, Medkit has concluded that nights have been passing too fast, to the point that they started blending together within weeks. So effortlessly does time move in blurs, too nimble, too soon. It made one realize how little of it is given to experience life. Medkit, on the other hand- couldn't recognize that there was simply not enough of it.

He was spending it recklessly, sitting in one place too much for it to be considered healthy.

Cults clinic, a part of a much larger hideout for the Eye's followers. Ones who need to get patched up, will sit good with a visit to the.. 'doctor'..

The lost sands had everything a demon dreams could reach for- riches, deities, adventure, diversity, knowledge- knowledge of all, but a singular thing it seemed.

The thing he searched endless scrolls for, walked countless libraries just to try and find a lead that may bring a solution to his torment.

A cure. For both his pain, and yours.

So may what plagued his sleep go away, and what plagues you be cured. The thought of you passing would have him awake after no more than a few hours of uneasy rest, just to check on your well being.

It was worsening. Your horns were losing color, your legs more wobbly. But hell, he admits that you made that disease work itself to take over.

Each day you woke up with no problem, speaking little of your condition. It would be far off to say that you greeted each morning with a smile and ecstasy, but it was much more enthusiastic than it would be expected from a person who had a timer of horrors in their chest.

From this moment, and onwards- you- no, he has a week. To fix you.

Otherwise, the consequences shall strike. And he does not want to think of them. It has already been thought of, and it's a spiraling rabbit hole that he doesn't want to end up in once again.

He adjusted his gloves, before knocking on the doors thrice, then standing back a bit. Always a gentleman, isn't he?

"What's the password?" a voice rings back, bringing him out of his trance- as he practically hears that grin on your face.

"I have no time for tomfoolery-"

He hears a stifled laugh next room over.

"..the doors now, please." he grumbled, rolling his eyes a bit.

"Wrong password. Try again." dismissed again, it seems- he decided on a different approach.

"..Unlock the doors.. 1, 2, 3."

"You are terrible at this." The voice groans, sounding almost amused at his attempt "Try again in five minutes."

Seems that even humoring your antics wasn't enough.

"..Really, now-"

"The doors are literally unlocked numbnuts, just push past them." you cut him off, your tone flat.

He did so, narrowing his eye upon entering. There you were, laying on that bed with a smile. You offered a small wave. Closing the door behind him, he enters the room.