Once the darkness hit, the soldiers gathered up resources to light a small area. They huddled together and slowly began to prepare a meal of gruel and dried vegetables.
Creed could barely focus. Just what was happening in Elias? Vincent's wall still remained, giving him a limited feeling on what could actually be happening. His anxiety slowly tripled.
Creed slouched over another soldier. His hands still glowed a light golden color. No, he needed to focus. If Calx was here, he would throw Creed away from the soldier. Then admonish and kick him out of the program, after the injured were taken care of, of course. When the twelfth major injury was healed, the fatigue started.
The soldiers uttered among themselves in shock, as Creed switched to traditional means of treating.
Spike opened her shift zone and stepped through.
The soldiers in close proximity tensed, but eventually relaxed.
Spike paced. "You're tired."
Creed smiled at her. "I'm fine."