A Weakling’s Resolve (3)

"Your injury doesn't look too bad, actually, so you should be fine for now," Cecelia commented as she wrapped a makeshift tourniquet around Blaine's shoulder. 

Cecelia's voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it, a mix of concern and frustration. "But you know… There's a fine line between courage and recklessness. As brave as you are, that does not make you immortal."

Blaine met her gaze for a moment, his stone-like expression as unreadable as always, before giving her a slow nod. 

His apparent disregard for his own well-being was already starting to become familiar. Still, somehow, it made Cecelia uneasy this time.

Letting out a small sigh, she wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, her muscles aching from the tension. 

Treating Blaine's wound had been a far more complicated and time-consuming process than she had anticipated.