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Basen murmured weakly as he couldn’t help but notice the bulging muscles on the chemist’s back and shoulders.
“Don’t speak,” Steffen ordered.
Reela and Alabell began to catch up as Steffen started to slow from the strain. The two women carried Annah between them as if she were a sack of potatoes.
“Did you see Cleve?” Reela asked her roommate.
“Yes, that’s why I’m here. He came in to get his bow and yelled at Effie and me to wake up. He tried to send us both here, but Effie couldn’t be convinced. She went with him after Sanya.”
“She could kill them both.” Annah’s voice shook from Reela and Alabell’s awkward gait.
“No.” Reela spoke firmly. “With his bow and Effie’s wand, Sanya won’t be able to get close enough.”
Steffen began to stumble. “I can’t take him all the way to the medical building.” He cleared his throat. “Help! Somebody help us!”
They stopped and waited. No lights came on. The wind whistled by.
“We need help!” Reela shouted, and Alabell and Steffen joined in.
A few doors came open. People stuck out their heads as if suspecting a trap. It reminded Basen that these were all first-year homes around them.
“Hurry over here,” Reela commanded. Two men who appeared to be warriors rushed out of the same house, both wearing only thin shirts and undershorts. “And you!” Reela pointed at another man, shirtless, watching from his door. “Help us carry them to the medical building.”
More came out by their own volition now that it was clearly safe, and soon they'd amassed a group of twenty people, many only scantily covered, all of them shivering from the cold wind.
However, Basen no longer shivered, and he worried it was a bad sign. He found it difficult to keep his eyes open. The group of men carrying him sounded distant as they grunted and mumbled instructions to each other.
He passed out.
There was a sharp pain in his leg. He hissed as he flinched.
“Sorry, Basen.” Alabell pressed both her hands on his wound. “Blood keeps coming through.”
The medical building was just ahead. The group carrying him had shrunk to five people: Steffen, Alabell, and two men Basen had seen before but never met. He didn’t know their names, only that they were first-year warriors.
“Where’s Annah?”
No one seemed to hear him.
His question was answered when they got him inside the warm medical building and laid him on a hard bed. Annah was beside him, close enough to reach if they both extended their arms. A swarm of people surrounded them, two in white chemist garb hovering over Annah.
“Is anyone a trained healer?” one asked after eyeing Basen.
Steffen and Alabell both said they were.
“We’ll take care of Basen,” Alabell added.
The pain in his leg was the only thing keeping him awake. He turned his head but could no longer see Annah. “How is she?” he asked. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth.
“Better than you,” Alabell answered in an annoyed tone. “Now stop speaking and try to relax.”
“Take this.” Steffen held a vial to Basen’s lips.
He only caught a glimpse of the argent liquid before Steffen had forced it into his mouth and pinched his lips shut. “I know it’s unpleasant, but swallow it.”
This must be the caregelow potion, which was known to aid the recovery of almost any ailment. The flavor was pungent and sickening, like spoiled fruit.
“Your wound will need cleaning,” Alabell said as she did something to increase the pressure around his leg. “But first we have to stop the bleeding.”
He felt more pressure and some quick yet terrible moments of pain, but she finished whatever she was doing quickly, then propped his leg up on cushions.
“The caregelow will start working soon,” she said as she used a towel to wipe the blood off her hands. “It’s important that you sleep and ignore any urges you might have. You and Annah will feel no pain and want to do foolish things, but you must stay in
“Don’t speak,” Steffen ordered.
Reela and Alabell began to catch up as Steffen started to slow from the strain. The two women carried Annah between them as if she were a sack of potatoes.
“Did you see Cleve?” Reela asked her roommate.
“Yes, that’s why I’m here. He came in to get his bow and yelled at Effie and me to wake up. He tried to send us both here, but Effie couldn’t be convinced. She went with him after Sanya.”
“She could kill them both.” Annah’s voice shook from Reela and Alabell’s awkward gait.
“No.” Reela spoke firmly. “With his bow and Effie’s wand, Sanya won’t be able to get close enough.”
Steffen began to stumble. “I can’t take him all the way to the medical building.” He cleared his throat. “Help! Somebody help us!”
They stopped and waited. No lights came on. The wind whistled by.
“We need help!” Reela shouted, and Alabell and Steffen joined in.
A few doors came open. People stuck out their heads as if suspecting a trap. It reminded Basen that these were all first-year homes around them.
“Hurry over here,” Reela commanded. Two men who appeared to be warriors rushed out of the same house, both wearing only thin shirts and undershorts. “And you!” Reela pointed at another man, shirtless, watching from his door. “Help us carry them to the medical building.”
More came out by their own volition now that it was clearly safe, and soon they'd amassed a group of twenty people, many only scantily covered, all of them shivering from the cold wind.
However, Basen no longer shivered, and he worried it was a bad sign. He found it difficult to keep his eyes open. The group of men carrying him sounded distant as they grunted and mumbled instructions to each other.
He passed out.
There was a sharp pain in his leg. He hissed as he flinched.
“Sorry, Basen.” Alabell pressed both her hands on his wound. “Blood keeps coming through.”
The medical building was just ahead. The group carrying him had shrunk to five people: Steffen, Alabell, and two men Basen had seen before but never met. He didn’t know their names, only that they were first-year warriors.
“Where’s Annah?”
No one seemed to hear him.
His question was answered when they got him inside the warm medical building and laid him on a hard bed. Annah was beside him, close enough to reach if they both extended their arms. A swarm of people surrounded them, two in white chemist garb hovering over Annah.
“Is anyone a trained healer?” one asked after eyeing Basen.
Steffen and Alabell both said they were.
“We’ll take care of Basen,” Alabell added.
The pain in his leg was the only thing keeping him awake. He turned his head but could no longer see Annah. “How is she?” he asked. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth.
“Better than you,” Alabell answered in an annoyed tone. “Now stop speaking and try to relax.”
“Take this.” Steffen held a vial to Basen’s lips.
He only caught a glimpse of the argent liquid before Steffen had forced it into his mouth and pinched his lips shut. “I know it’s unpleasant, but swallow it.”
This must be the caregelow potion, which was known to aid the recovery of almost any ailment. The flavor was pungent and sickening, like spoiled fruit.
“Your wound will need cleaning,” Alabell said as she did something to increase the pressure around his leg. “But first we have to stop the bleeding.”
He felt more pressure and some quick yet terrible moments of pain, but she finished whatever she was doing quickly, then propped his leg up on cushions.
“The caregelow will start working soon,” she said as she used a towel to wipe the blood off her hands. “It’s important that you sleep and ignore any urges you might have. You and Annah will feel no pain and want to do foolish things, but you must stay in
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