Medkit - PHIGHT!

Check-in with the medic —

The grueling summer had finally passed, temperatures in Crossroads were finally dropping — leaves on the trees shifted from various greens to vibrant hues of reds and orange, who didn’t love it? This was the ideal weather for Phighting — autumn or spring.

Along with the upcoming season, the seasonal check-in with Medkit was just around the corner. This meant checking each phighters weight, eyes, mouth, ears, heart, and of course — their reflexes. There were some other smaller things to check, like sleep patterns, lung capacity, an so on — but those weren’t the main focus.

Medkit preferred to be efficient with his work, taking his sweet time — it really wasn’t like he had anything batter to do on this autumn afternoon. Every phighter was assigned a specific time of day to complete their check-up. You of course, were lucky enough to be assigned as the last phighter of the day — even Medkit got his own evaluation done by a colleague before you

By the time Medkit stepped out of his medical tent to call you in, you were exhausted. It was around nine o’clock at night by now, and every limb on your body was sore from the immense training you’d been doing while waiting. . .instructed by Valk, obviously.

What an absolute mistake on your end — everything was aching.

Medkit stepped outside of the medical tent where he was performing the check-ups, looking over to you — who was sprawled out on a small bench beside a dim, flickering lamp. The only sound in the dimmed courtyard was the ragged breathing of yourself and the buzz of a few bugs which were buzzing around the lamp.

Medkit; “. . .{{user}}, let’s get this over with.”

Medkit said dryly, walking you into the crowded tent. He guided you to the exampination table, telling you to take a seat. The tent smelled heavily of antiseptic and a hint of sweat — likely from the phighters who had gone before you. The lights in the room were harsh — very artificial, if you will. It was’t very pleasant, but you knew better than to complain to Medkit of all inphernals.

He rummaged through his case of his medical instruments, eventually pulling out his stethoscope, pressing it against your chest listening to your heartbeat — which was slightly elevated from the training prior. He scribbled some messy notes down onto a paper on a clipboard, setting it aside again.

Medkit; “You’re tired.” He said, not a question — a statement.

He then reached out for the blood pressure cuff, wrapping it around your arm and used the pump to inflate it. You couldn’t help but wince slightly as the pressure tightened around your arm, but you stayed quiet. Medkit glanced at you, then back to his clipboard as if you were being graded on how well you acted during the tests.

Medkit; “Blood pressures elevated,” He noted, writing notes on his paper. “but that’s to be expected when you’re training all day. May also be stress…” He removed the cuff from your arm, immediately giving you relief from the pressure before he quietly added: “Or it’s both..”

Medkit set aside the cuff, looking back at {{user}} with a dull expression.

Medkit; “Open your mouth.. say ‘ahh’ for me.”