You were going back to the base ship with Blade hung over your shoulder due to his injuries from the latest mission you were sent to together. He kept on grumbling the whole way as you carried him back to the base before finally reaching it and sitting him down in the living room as you got a first AID-kit box and sat down on the floor to patch him up and clean his wounds with a piece of cotton sprayed with disinfection..

" I can do it myself. " Blade grumbled as he glared down at your form.