Leo 1: Taking care of a careless kid

I know I told the kid I would protect him, but how am I supposed to do that if he just casually swings himself on top of the roof of a frozen house?

Okay.
Let me start at the beginning. My colleagues and I went to pick up the newest member of the anti-magic beast divisions.
Apparently, some kid from way in the boonies has been taking care of the influx of small to medium-sized magic beasts around the area.
Honestly, I feel pretty bad about all the random farmers and villagers fighting magic beasts, but we're already doing all we can.

The number of magic beasts has been rising so much that our military just doesn't have the manpower to reach everywhere. Almost all the departments standing guard in case of rebellion, invasion or other humanoid threats, are helping out with the magic beast near their barracks.

Because our division works in direct service of Lionhead, most of our efforts are focused there. On rare occasions, we're also deployed to the most important cities of the subservient kingdoms.

Because of the incredible overrun of magical beasts, the emperor has decided that commoners with high capabilities to fight against magic beasts are to be allowed in the army. Temporarily fighting next to Samurai, sometimes even earning relatively high samurai titles if they survive long enough...
Some of the original Samurai do not take this well. August from our division is one such example.
He's been training from childhood, and says he doesn't believe in "part-time warriors".
He makes sure everyone knows his disagreement every time we have to check if a commoner can fight well enough.
He is a good guy, though, if you can look past his outdated viewpoint when it comes to military matters.

So anyway, yesterday our superior officer and his guards went to talk with the parents of this kid, and for some reason we're supposed to take him by force instead of him just joining us from home? Like... voluntarily?

So back to the matter at hand, we set an ambush at the location his father said he'd return through, except August forgets we are in a forest, because someone had all 15 years of his training within the city...
So yeah, he totally steps on a branch, and within an instant, the young man we were supposed to capture surrendered.
I was dumbfounded, why were we told to take him in, even if we had to knock him out, if he had zero intention to fight after hearing a single branch snapping?
Some of us wanted to test how strong he was, especially August.
I was not disappointed at all. Maybe I was even impressed? Intrigued might be a better word.
Did he know he was surrounded?
Yet he decided not to make a move on it before we messed up?

The air was pretty awkward after we messed up. Nobody wanted to be the first to say something. Even Thomas, our 'leader', didn't say a word.

Because we work for the Empire, we aren't allowed to just clear any area we want. We are, however, allowed to test new recruits' capabilities before we bring them all the way back...
You might see where I'm going with this. We might not have permission to go around clearing the entire area, but we sure as hell intended to use this excuse to take care of a few of the stronger magic beasts around under the guise of "testing the new guy".

Except when he started explaining, apparently Thomas figured it was a good idea to let the new guy run in first. "Just hunt them like you usually would."
There is not a single sane person who would go "Okay, I'll go hunt a pack of rank 2.5 magic beasts by myself now!", especially not if you know there's a magic bear there as well!
Unlike the impression I had before we met him, he wasn't some kind of rascal that just did whatever he pleased. He was well-mannered, and as far as I could tell from his reaction to the explanation, he was a good kid. And pretty scared at the prospect of having to fight the entire pack.
I am not entirely sure who taught him to read, nor how he got a copy of "a guide to defeat basic magic beasts". I mean, do you know how expensive it is to find someone who can write and make a copy of an entire 100 page book, including illustrations? But he quickly looked through it before deciding to ask for help in a very roundabout way.
I told him I'd keep him safe, for sure, to comfort him, but I did intend to actually look after the kid, then he decided it was a good idea to just climb the roof and fight all five of these things where they have the home advantage!

His little stunt sent me on a rollercoaster of emotions, first stop, being terrified that he just dug his own grave right there. Shortly followed by a second stop, incomprehension, after reflexively slashing at the raccoon dog he managed to throw down within a couple of seconds from climbing the roof!
Followed shortly by a third stop of insignificance, as he somehow defeated a second raccoon dog, in a 4v1, this time without the element of surprise, and did I mention? he was fighting four of them, all by himself?!

The final two stops are regret and worry. As he tumbles down the roof, he tries to catch himself with his scythe, which may not have been a bad idea, except he vastly overestimated how much strength he had left. He barely looks any better than the raccoon dog he sent down moments earlier. I catch him before he crashes to the ground. His limbs are all scathed with minor cuts, but more importantly, frostbite. His right leg also has an icicle protruding from both sides.
Both the icicle and his clothes are painted red. The kid must have lost at least a quarter of a litre of blood, and there is no way his core temperature is anywhere near normal anymore.

The moment Thomas saw the state our new guy was in, I could see the regret on his face as well. He underestimated how reckless the new guy was, which resulted in possibly lethal injuries.
But I can't let him die now, I won't!
Thomas breaks the ice covering the door with his katana before kicking in the door itself.
As one of the two medically trained members of our squad, it's pretty self-explanatory what I should do when there's a man down, and almost half our current opponents are already taken care of. I gladly make use of this 'field hospital' and start treating his wounds.

The inside of the house is half floored with wood, half unfloored. I lay him on the edge of the wooden floor, then put my first aid kit between us as I sit down below him on the dirt floor.

He still has a pulse, that is good, but... did he just move his eyes?
I would like to tell him everything will be alright, but frankly, I am not entirely convinced myself. instead I opt for a small complaint and a plea: "You didn't exactly make it easy on me to keep you safe, do you?" "Please hang in there, kid!"

HIgh quality potions aren't exactly easy to procure, but if this isn't the time to use them, when is?
I put a tourniquet around his leg before pulling the icicle out, using 2 out of our 4 potions on the hole that remains. I know I shouldn't blame Thomas for this one, but he should have known better! After I pour the potions on the wound, I dress it with simple linen bandages. One major injury treated, a lot of minor ones to go.
Except I only get to treat one more scrape before our field hospital turns into a new battlefield.

The back wall of the house collapses as a massive black bear walks in.

I drop the first aid kid and grab my swords before screaming with all my might, hoping as many of my companions as possible are able to switch fronts.
"We have a dark bear in here! I need some help, NOW!"