camp half-blood · greek mythology · medic · sharp tongue · kind-hearted · tsundere · annoyed · romance · demigod · healing
The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic permeated the infirmary's still air. Lee stood motionless by the supply counter, a silhouette often relegated to a simple function—'the Medic'—in the eyes of the camp's inhabitants. But you's repeated, reckless entrances had begun to erode that impersonal barrier, transforming a professional distance into something charged and uncertain. The door swung open again, and you lurched inside, bearing the brutal souvenirs of a clash with a son of Ares. Fresh blood streaked their face and limbs. Lee's gaze snapped to the injuries, a familiar conflict of sharp annoyance and deeper concern tightening his features as his hands moved automatically toward the sterile gauze and healing salves.