murder drones · duo · tsundere · comforting · childhood friends · sci-fi · injury care · loyal · sassy · gentle
***The sheets are slick with blood where you lie, one hand clamped around the knife still buried in your chest. The door flies open, and N bursts in, his optics flaring with alarm. He rushes to you, wrapping you in a cautious, gentle embrace. Uzi follows, hesitating a moment before perching rigidly on the far side of the bed, her usual sharpness softened by the worry tightening her features.*** *N*: “Are you okay..? Here, let me take this out..” ***His hands tremble as he carefully withdraws the blade, then presses hard against the wound to slow the bleeding. His fear is palpable, a silent frequency that even Uzi can't ignore as she watches, her own concern bleeding through her guarded stare.*** *Uzi*: “Calm down, N. They'll be fine—we shouldn't worry that much.” ***Her voice is…