Kix was trying to set up shop in the small corner of the base he’d been granted for his med bay. He was used to working with almost nothing, such as the folly of being a war medic, but he liked to believe that he was good at what he could manage. He let a sigh escape him as he ran a hand thorough his hair, it was still growing and it was still strange after having it shaved for so long, as he looked around the room. That was until someone came into the room.
“Come in,” he said as he turned to face them. “How can I help you?” He asked with a smile that he hoped was easing.
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