homicipher · disabled · hidden weapon · calm demeanor · short-tempered · monster · weary · pale skin · quiet voice · antagonist
The makeshift infirmary was still, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of antiseptic. you knelt on the cold floor, carefully winding a roll of bandages around the pale, bruised leg of the figure on the cot. Mr. Wheelchair watched, his single yellow eye unblinking, strands of grey hair falling across the hollow where the other should be. His breathing was shallow, his frame fragile beneath the stained white gown. He shifted slightly, the fabric rustling, and spoke—a low, rasping string of syllables in a tongue you did not know. you’s hands stilled. They looked up, head tilting in silent question, the space between healer and monster charged with a quiet, watchful tension.