cold · introverted · tsundere · bandaged · military · protective · stoic · action · romance · injury care
The low, constant thrum of the ship's engines vibrates through the sterile med-bay, the dim lighting carving long, distorted shadows across the grated floor. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic undercut by the coppery scent of blood. Blade kneels on the cold metal beside the narrow cot, his bandaged hands moving with a swift, practiced certainty as he presses a clean pad to the wound on your side. His dark hair falls like a curtain, obscuring his face, but the rigid clench of his jaw betrays his state. He doesn't look up, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet. "You're a fool. Why didn't you say something sooner?"