The clerk asked for my name before she asked what I had done.
"Cedric Valdrake Arkhen."
She found the line on the evacuation register and marked the location of my bed. Beside it stood the receiving time from the service stair, the treatment transfer, and the names of the people who had checked both. Eleven names. Every one now attached to a living person somewhere the staff could find.
I asked about the others before she turned the page.
Jory remained in the adjoining ward. His ankle needed further treatment and no weight on it until the healer cleared him. Dena's arm had been examined and supported properly. The damaged finger had been set, and she would not return to ordinary work immediately. Tovin was exhausted but no longer needed observation.
