Vella reached the treatment pavilion before its scream finished breaking into breath, with Hajin already running ahead toward the doorway. He pushed it open as a cot struck the far wall and another man's wound crossed the restrained patient's chest.
"What the actual hell is this place?" he barked, shoving the door flat against its frame.
She kept her gathering starlight outside the treatment lines still crawling beneath the pavilion's floorboards.
Hajin planted himself across the threshold while she approached the trapped hands beneath the cot's treatment lines.
Three conduits wrapped a practitioner's forearms, dragging her hands toward the wounded child beside her identification tag and assigned beds. Meli's name stood beside three patients assigned before dawn while golden restoration fought the foreign writing crushing her own current.
Her trapped fingers kept trying to restore the child while the command dragged hard against her elbows.
