The Open Gate

Why even pretend I was above half health when the alarm horns sounded?

I was a terrible Psychologist, suffering two mental Serious Injuries myself while only treating five successfully. I'm not even certain I helped two of them, what with their Resolve scores as high as they were.

My Serenity had taken a few hits, but not as severe. Still...

"I know where I am needed. If I survive, I'll be back here after." I said.

"To tend beds, or occupy one?" Flora asked. "We've few enough cots as things stand now."

I shrugged. "If I can't walk, just throw me in the hammock I've erected in my room."

The "hammock" in question was a bunch of burlap bags sewn together and suspended from nails hammered into the walls. If I'd known how likely it was that I'd end up using it as a recovery bed, I'd have put more work into it.