Brief Starter for the amazing @bashcd
"--- Damn. You look like hell, Bash."
It's said flippantly, like a throwaway greeting, but real concern creases the lines of Vik's face, eyes sharp as he peers at Sebastián over the top of his sunglasses. The Ripperdoc doesn't elaborate further, figuring there's no real need when the state of Valera's neglected apartment speaks for itself. Jesus, how long has the guy been down for the count?
Straightening up from his position inside the doorway, Viktor adjusts the mobile medical-unit hanging from a strap across his chest. He makes a passing motion with his kitted hand, the surgi-tool silent and inert on the back of his palm. "....y'mind if I come in? I got something that might help. If we’re lucky, anyway.."