kix + you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person.

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The medic tightens the rubber strap around Rex’s arm, flicking his inner elbow until the blue vein shows up through his tan skin. The captain makes a face.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Kix makes nothing short of a “humph” sound. “Because if you want to do it yourself, I can–”

“It’s nothing Kix, relax,” Rex says. But he stares at his vein as if it might jump out of his skin and lick him. 

Kix purses his lips, inserts the needle. Red blood flows into the satellite bag, then into the main container. Rex keeps his eyes focused on the opposite wall.

“You’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person,” Kix jabs.

“I’m not!” Rex shoots him such a dirty look the medic thinks for a second that a court martial might follow. “It just…looks like a worm.”

“…what.”

“That,” Rex points to his inner elbow. “Looks like a worm.”

“And?”

“I don’t like worms, Kix.”