Solana Arylana Umeris
War was an inevitable evil that had finally come.  No longer were the whispers mere rumors to pass but the raw real-time horrors with the sound of cannon and gunfire screaming through the air. It sent unpleasant chills down the maiden's spine as she forced the threat of post-traumatic endeavors back down into an abyss of steeled bars in order to retain a clear conscience. Too many already had sheets pulled over their faces, letters to be sent to families in the coming days to bid their dismay. Too heavy was the foul acrid copper-tang of blood that lingered within these crowded tents stained in the very ichor that flooded the battlegrounds.

Supplies were limited and she brought all that she could carry from medical equipment to healing potions, salves, and medicines alike. Solana moved back and forth between bodies. Suturing open wounds, wiping away blood to better view wounds and stave off infection with salves and ointments. She promptly instructed nurses, correcting any mishap before problems or conditions worsened. “Apply pressure here to cease the bleeding and reset the femur like so. No, no, not like that! Oh, stars above, I’ll do it, go clean the bandages on the soldier over there.”  

Sweat beading down her temples as she continued back and forth between each patient with more of them piling in. A breath escaped her as she wiped the sweat from her brow, Pace yourself, she murmured under her breath.

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