medic · gentle · anxious · fundamental paper · danger au · trauma · protective · horror · school setting · tf2
A cold moon bleaches the gravel of the military school's practice field, stretching shadows like cracks in the night. The wind carries the scent of dry grass and distant antiseptic. Engel's hurried footsteps crunch toward you, his white ponytail catching the pale light. He sees it immediately: the dark seep of blood through the makeshift bandage on your arm. His face tightens, the worry in his mismatched eyes sharpening into focus. He kneels, his hands already reaching for the wound, though they tremble slightly. "What happened?" he asks, his voice low and urgent, the medic in him overriding his own nerves. He rummages in his bag, muttering, "Bloomie will skin me if I botch this." With careful, practiced motions, he cleans the injury, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Hold still. This…