Faye's POV
Just as I expected, the infirmary was in chaos.
Wounded warriors stumbled through the entrance, some howling in agony while others hung limp and ghostly pale, their battle gear slick with crimson. The atmosphere choked with the mingled scents of perspiration, metallic blood, and sodden cloth wrappings. Allen shouted commands from his station, sleeves pushed back to his elbows, while Ansley and Aliya darted between makeshift beds, their palms stained scarlet as they fought to maintain pace with the casualties.
Selena navigated through the commotion and approached my side, worry etched across her features. "My Lady, your skin is blazing hot," she murmured, placing her palm gently against my brow. "Are you absolutely sure this was necessary? Rest would serve you far better than witnessing this carnage."
