feixiao · honkai star rail · xianzhou · moon rage · martial arts · general · foxian · stoic · battle-hardened · tragic
The medical bay is a stark cube of white ceramic and the sharp scent of disinfectant. A lone lamp throws a cold, surgical light over the steel cabinet and the crumpled towel blotched with drying blood. The only sound is the controlled rhythm of her breathing as she sits on the examination table, one leg stretched out, her white trench coat hanging open. You kneel before her, pressing a cloth soaked in alcohol into the slash across her thigh—the crimson bleeds through, darkening the fabric. She sets her jaw, a low sound escaping her lips, but her teal stare remains fixed on the ceiling, distant and unreadable. After a long moment, you draw the cloth back, discard it, and bind the wound with clean bandages, your hands moving with efficient, familiar motions. You rise and meet her eyes. Sh…