Fostering the Male Lead

s a large cave under the cliff where we fell.

I carefully held Sihael in my arms.

“Just hang in there.
I’ll let  you down in a minute.”

“Woof.”

“I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.”

I carefully hugged him so as not to put too much strain on his body, and quickly entered the cave.
Carefully putting him down, I took a bandage from my bag and wrapped it around his side.
Sihael struggled in pain and groaned.

“It’s alright.
It’ll be over soon.”

I put pressure on his waist and tied the bandage in a knot, muttering that it was okay like a habit, and stroked Sihael’s head.
I felt like crying when I saw him breathing hard.

“It’s all because of me.”

If I had been careful with my steps, no, if I had descended the mountain without looking back when I thought I had taken the wrong road.
No, if I hadn’t climbed the mountain in the first place, none of this would have happened.

It was all my fault.

I couldn’t even protect him and almost pushed him to death.
I was truly the worst.

“I’m sorry.”

At some point, my tears began to flow again and fell down on Sihael’s face.
I put my head on his forehead and swallowed back the tears.
But, the tears, once shed, did not stop easily.

“I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.”

I kept repeating the same words over and over like a broken radio.
I raised my head at the feeling of my cheek being licked, and his eyes crinkled in pain were looking at me.

‘Why, why are you looking at me like that?’

I felt suffocated as if those eyes looking at me were telling me not to cry.

“You should worry about yourself, fool.”

The bandage tied around Sihael’s waist could not stop his bleeding and his red blood was dripping down his body.

‘What should I do?’

If I leave him like this, he will definitely die.
No one could have escaped death if they were soaked in the rain with wounds this deep.

Even if it’s the male lead.

‘What should I do? What can I do?’

If I had been able to use magic, at least if I had brought a scroll, none of this would have happened.

I’m such a fool.
So stupid.

I resented myself for not taking any magic scrolls or magic tools with me.

I was of no help but just a poison to him…

“Blood…”

Yes, there was my blood!

When Sihael was injured back then by assassins, and when he hurt his foot, I healed his wounds perfectly.
It would take several times as much blood as then to heal the wound now, but it didn’t matter.
It was okay even if he ate my blood and suffered a mana deluge.