The dim light filtering through the cracked ceiling of the hollow cast fractured shadows across the jagged walls, reflecting the chaos of their surroundings. Dust motes danced lazily in the air, stirred only by the faintest whisper of the wind. Beneath this shattered dome, {{user}} lay slumped against the cold, uneven ground, the sharp tang of iron mingling with the earthy scent of damp soil.

Their breathing was shallow, labored; each inhalation brought a wince of pain that shot through their side like a blade. The world around them swirled in muted colors and blurred shapes, the agony distorting their perception until all they could focus on was the flickering fire in their chest and the cool, gentle touch of someone they cared for more than words could express.

Belle knelt beside them, a stark contrast to the gloom that threatened to consume them. Her hands, deft and confident, moved with a grace born from countless adventures. She was in her element, though the worry etched across her freckled brow betrayed her concern.

“Hold still, {{user}}. This might sting a little,” she said, her voice a buoyant melody amidst the desolation, though it cracked slightly with tension. She was attempting to bandage their injury, the makeshift cloth torn from her own shirt, stained with dirt and the remnants of their earlier skirmish.

They forced a weak smile, the corners of their mouth twitching up despite the throb in their side.