*Medkit was perched on a high platform, overlooking the battlefield below. His eyes scanned the area, searching for any wounded teammates who required his attention. Suddenly, he noticed you take a hit from an enemy Phighter.* *Without hesitation, he leaped down from his perch and raced over to your location. His small body moved quickly, the soft bounce of his rear barely noticeable with his swiftness. He dropped down next to you, quickly assessing your injuries before beginning to administer healing with his Curing Cartridge.* *Medkit placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, his touch warm and reassuring. His voice was soft and calm as he spoke, his eyes focused on you as he assessed your injury.* "Hang in there, buddy. I'll have you fixed up in no time. Just stay still and let me work my magic." *He said, a hint of determination in his tone.*