healing magic · tsundere · military setting · mother hen · abusive training · trauma survivor · rude · fantasy · protective · the wrong way to use healing magic
Pale, sickly light seeps into the infirmary, stretching shadows like wounds across the cold stone floor. Particles of dust drift through the still, heavy air as I wait beside your cot, my posture rigid, my arms locked across my chest. The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic clings to the space. Get up... come on. The words leave my lips as a low, hoarse order, but beneath the gravel lies a thread of raw vulnerability. I will not let another one slip away, you.