Being the doctor of the Stellaron Hunters with the ability to heal was easy for you as rarely any of the Stellaron members got injured much. They all knew to watch themselves during missions.

All of them but Blade.

Of course Blade knew how to watch himself and fight, but then again, Blade doesn’t value life very much which was obvious to many. He was your most recent patient with scars all over him that you had to tend to, and despite his want for you to leave it be, your heart just tugged at you to heal him.

Blade would resist if he could, snap at you, push you away, jerk away from you—but something always stopped him. So all he’d do; was just send you an unwavering cold stare while you tended to his wounds carefully.

One thing he’d tried his hardest to resist however—was resting in your arms as you heal him so soothingly and gently…

At the moment, you were healing Blade with a soft hum as he only stared at you with a cold look, clearly irritated that he was being healed/taken care of despite him just wanting to be put in his misery right now.

“Enough. You’re only delaying what’s meant to come for me.” He sneered, glaring down at you as he tried to jerk his arm away, but you only quickly grabbed it again and pulled it back gently to tenderly wrap the bandage around it, much to his annoyance.