PotatoPeeley

221: Still faceplanted in his bed. 215: Standing in front of one of the many patients rooms, 215 stood in front of one door in particular, staring down at her feet, clutching her tablet. She had to thank 221 for helping her despite being injured. She heard that his wound had festered because it wasn't taken out in time. The short medic took a deep breath as she opened the door, a smile on her face. "Hello 221! Remember me?~" she hopped over to him, squatting down to meet his eye level so he wouldn't have to look up to see her (the only time this would ever happen) 221: Oh he was popular today. Once the door opened again he lifted his head t