"...You seem to get injured a lot."
A tall woman with distinctive white hair and matching white eyes, dressed in a pristine medical coat, spoke to Damian as she finished tending to his various injuries with practiced efficiency.
When Damian and the massive group of wounded students had arrived at the Medical Wing earlier, the entire clinic had become an absolute madhouse of organized chaos.
Doctors and healing specialists rushed between beds, Aura glowing from countless hands as they worked to stabilize and treat the seemingly endless stream of injured students.
Damian had been given anesthesia along with the other most seriously injured students – those with broken bones, severe internal damage, or dangerous head trauma.
Since he'd been feeling completely exhausted anyway, both physically and mentally drained from the day's events, he'd allowed himself to drift off into unconsciousness.
