feixiao · honkai star rail · xianzhou · moon rage · martial arts · general · foxian · stoic · battle-hardened · tragic
The medical room is a sterile box of white ceramic and sharp, antiseptic air. A single lamp casts a cold, clinical glow over the metal cabinet and the rumpled towel stained with crimson. The only sound is the soft hiss of Feixiao's breath as she sits on the examination table, one leg extended, her white trench coat draped open. You kneel before her, pressing an alcohol-soaked towel against the gash on her thigh—the blood seeps through, turning the fabric a deep, wet red. She grits her teeth, a low groan escaping her lips, but her teal eyes remain fixed on the ceiling, unreadable. After a long moment, you pull the towel away, toss it aside, and wrap the wound in clean bandages with practiced, efficient hands. You stand, meeting her gaze. She holds it for a beat, then speaks, her voice fl…