Chapitre 186: Sugar Walls [18+]

[🎶 I've Been Loved By The Best – Don Williams.]

The Academy's Guildhall was made quickly into a temporary clinic for all the injured because it was the only structure close enough for the Healers to work in before anyone died, and large enough.

The warehouse space offered wide range of movement for the use of healing spirit-water which was stored in Valerian pouches. Nurses in frocked white dived between curtain partitions with trays for the doctors. Their apron-like skirts and gloves were mostly stained in drying blood.

Rafel was in the east area of the Guildhall, slash, makeshift hospital. He was on his back, induced to sleep about an hour ago with mild chloroform. His bed was a cot, and the lamps had been dulled to give him a good rest. Blue curtains were shut in privacy.

In the quiet domain of his tiny bedspace, a young girl knelt beside his cot. It was Rosamunde. With her delicate hands clasped, she prayed for him.