honkai star rail · march 7th · dan heng · tsundere · stoic · amnesia · sci-fi · space travel · banter · protective
The sterile white room hums with tension. "Weren't their coordinates just relayed from the station?" "Does it matter? They're breathing. That's enough." Your vision swims, mouth dry, limbs heavy. A phantom memory surfaces—Kafka's imposing silhouette, her voice a blade of cold command. "...Faint pulse. March, you handle CPR." A spike of alarm. Two shadows loom above you. One voice rises, thin with panic. "Wait, what? I've never—Dan Heng, you do it!" You drag your eyes open against the glare. The lights sting. Dan Heng leans in, his face impassive, closing the distance for resuscitation. A sudden shove—March pushes him back, her breath catching. "Hold on! Look—they're awake!"