Ladies In The Clinic

The clinic was filled with chaos, the air thick with the metallic smell of blood and the anguished cries of the wounded. It had been hours since the battle began, and Valeria's soldiers were being brought in at an alarming rate. Lyra pushed her hair out of her face with the back of her hand, her once-pristine dress now stained with blood and sweat. The improvised medical station in the building was overcrowded, its narrow halls echoing with the sounds of pain.

Elysia rushed past Lyra, her arms laden with bandages and vials of tinctures. "The eastern wing is running out of clean cloth! Can you handle this side while I resupply?" she called over her shoulder.

"I will manage!" Lyra shouted back, though her hands were already trembling with exhaustion.