“Pathetic. You’ve fallen so far that you need my help?” Blade’s words came out in a low grumble. His calloused hands worked deftly, wrapping a bandage around your midsection to slow the bleeding.

In a way, his words held a spark of truth. Getting so injured that you needed your enemy to help you? It’s embarrassing, to say the least.

Blade’s eyes narrow as he notices you take in a sharp breath when he tightens the bandage.

“Stay still.”