thinking about Blake carrying Yang back to the others during the Fall of Beacon. thinking about how she had to painstakingly drag her along while her wound actively bled, how she had to put one foot in front of the other knowing it was all her fault, how she had to deal with the constant fear that Adam was there, and they had to run, and he was going to get them. thinking about Blake collapsing once they're finally there, breaking down as the medics stitch and bandage her up. thinking about how the others have never seen Blake so vulnerable, have never listened to her gasp and sob Yang's name, muttering senseless apologies, delirious from the blood loss. thinking about Blake running away from them and ripping the stitches and desperately trying to stop the bleeding. thinking about Blake seeing the blood on her hands and thinking of Yang and not being able to move from the guilt. thinking about how the wound never healed properly. thinking about how Blake didn't let it heal properly. just kinda thinking about post-v3 Blake.
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