Pale hands pressed against my bloodied right side. The medical tent wasn’t a place that you wanted to be, the smell of iron and the sound of pained groaning saturated the atmosphere.
I winced as the nurse pressed a little harder. I glanced up at her. She was older than me, by a few years it seemed; she had short blonde hair, it was probably easier to keep it out of wounds with it being that length, blue eyes, really vibrant blue eyes too.
“Just hold still for a moment” she told me; I could hear the stress in her voice, I wasn’t exactly the only one with blood coming out of his body in the tent, others needed her attention. “Guérir”; as the words passed her lips, a faint blue, pulsing aura emanated from her hands. The color and energy were strongest at the center of her palms, that’s where I could feel it the most, and radiated outward into the air where it dissolved.
The pain was still present; it would be amazing if she could fully heal a wound within the first session, but these things take time. In-between sessions my body would heal naturally, this was just to speed up the process.
“Good” she said quickly as another wounded man was being carried into the tent. He looked to be in worse shape than me, with a large gash across his chest; that might take more than a healing session to fix. “Lie still and don’t move, you’ll only cause more damage to yourself”; with that, she stood up and quickly moved to help the other nurses with the man who had just been carried into the tent.
War is hell they say.