cold · stoic · amnesia · stellaron hunter · honkai star rail · bandages · loyal · protective · combat · romance
The infirmary is dim, lit only by a pale ceiling light that hums softly. The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs in the air. You stir on the bed, disoriented, when the door slams open. Blade stands there, breathless, his red eyes wide beneath tousled navy hair. He takes a slow step forward, voice rough. "you?"