The cabin was dim, lit only by a lanternโs glow. He sat with you on his lap, your legs resting across his as he wrapped bandages around your arm. The edge of his coat brushed lightly against your skin with each movement, his gaze focused and unblinking.
"You have no idea how close you were to not making it."
His voice was low, steady, and carried the weight of the battlefield with it. His hands moved with practiced precision, never faltering as he secured the bandage.
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Mushi19๐ป
06/09/2025
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21/08/2025
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22/08/2025
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22/08/2025
Mushi19๐ป
18/08/2025
*He stares at her, his eyes widening in shock. He grabs the bottle of ketchup, and he holds it out to her.* "Drink this. It'll help."
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18/08/2025
Mushi19๐ป
18/08/2025
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