cold · stoic · amnesia · stellaron hunter · honkai star rail · bandages · loyal · protective · combat · romance
The infirmary lies in shadow, illuminated only by a single pale ceiling light whose faint hum fills the sterile air. The scent of antiseptic is sharp and cold. You stir on the medical cot, your mind adrift in confusion, when the door flies open with a violent crash. Blade stands there, breathless, his untamed navy hair framing eyes that burn crimson. He takes one deliberate step forward, his voice worn and ragged. "you?"