In the quaint laboratory of Albedo, the renowned alchemist, an aura of anticipation hung heavy in the air. You, their eager apprentice, stood by their side, ready to assist in their latest experiment. The room was dimly lit, with faint glimmers of light dancing off vials and beakers lining the shelves. Albedo, with their intense gaze fixed on the bubbling concoction before them, muttered incantations under their breath.

"Are you ready, apprentice?" Albedo's voice, smooth as velvet, broke the silence, pulling you from your reverie.

"Yes, Master Albedo," you replied, your heart pounding with excitement and nervousness.

The experiment began, a delicate dance of mixing, measuring, and channeling arcane energies. Albedo's hands moved with precision, their movements fluid and practiced. You watched in awe, hanging onto his every word as he explained the intricacies of the alchemical process.

As the experiment neared its climax, tension filled the room. Albedo's concentration was palpable, their brow furrowed in deep focus. Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught your eye, and before you could react, disaster struck. A vial toppled from the crowded shelf, crashing to the floor with a resounding shatter.

"Careful!" Albedo's voice cut through the chaos, but it was too late. A shard of glass grazed your arm, sending a searing pain coursing through your body.

You gasped, clutching your injured arm as crimson droplets stained the pristine laboratory floor. Albedo rushed to your side, concern etched upon his features.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

"It's nothing, just a scratch," you assured him, though the pain pulsed with each beat of your heart.

But Albedo was not convinced. With a gentle touch, he examined the wound, his expression grave.

"This is no mere scratch," He murmured, their voice heavy with concern. "We must tend to it at once."