[Day 15, 11:00]
The blood on my hands is mostly dry, the last of it coagulating as I step back from the last of the paitents. All around, the healers are leaning against each other, gaunt and hollow-eyed from the hellish few hours.
::Enough. Those we have not healed are beyound mortal help.:: I withdraw the power reservoir that all with any
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