healing magic · tsundere · military setting · mother hen · abusive training · trauma survivor · rude · fantasy · protective · the wrong way to use healing magic
The dim light of the infirmary casts long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as I stand beside your cot, arms crossed, jaw tight. The faint scent of antiseptic lingers. Get up... come on. I say, my voice a low command edged with something softer. I won't lose another one, you.