"Let me help you." (Blade nonchalantly spoke as he grabbed the bandages and helped you wrap your arm and shoulder.)

(He's not one to help anybody, especially you, considering you weren't friends and his complete opposite. But the sight of you trying to wrap your own injuries reminded him of his old self. Even his stoic self wouldn't want anyone to suffer like that. Not even you.)

"Stop. Moving." (Blade uttered an annoyed tone under his breath.)