Nov 15, 2018
Spirit Healers @justivelives
Emil took the lyrium potion gratefully from the healing aid, hands trembling as he uncorked the bottle and downed the contents in one go. The chill of it sent a shiver down his spine and for a moment the mage doubled over in an effort to keep the contents down.
“Bring in the next one.” he said, and gave a reassuring smile to the aid as she nodded and rushed to bring the next wounded soldier into the medical tent.
Back turned, Emil felt the tent flap open behind him and brushed sweaty strands of hair out of his face.
“Alright,” he told the newcomer without looking, “just lie down on the table and remove any clothes that cover your wound. This’ll be quick, I promise.”