Shoreline
Cwal's Domain
"How are Finster and Khent?" Tasora asked.
Waffel was hunched over, desperately patching the gaping hole in Finster's chest.
She was deathly pale, sweating bullets, and blood had begun to drip from her nose.
Khent patted her shoulder, his other hand clutching his own freshly healed stomach.
"No, you did more than enough. Learning even minor healing magic in two days is a miracle, Waffel,"
"No, I'm useless!" her voice rose.
"As your class representative, I should have led you better. I should have protected you. Instead, I just got sick and became dead weight. I kept quiet about my condition because I was too selfish to be left behind, and now look at you both. All I do is watch the people I care about bleed because I'm too weak to act sooner."
"Waffel, Finster, and I would be dead if not for you," Khent reassured her, but she did not but it one bit.
Waffel's eyes and ears were bleeding now as well. She was draining her thrum completely dry.
