#Chapter 81: Medical Wing

Evelyn Everything was truly wrapping up before my eyes. After so many long, grueling hours in the medical wing, it was strange to see it mostly cleared out. Only a few of the worst-injured rogues remained, getting the treatment they needed before they were sent along, too. For weeks, the camp’s medical wing had reeked of blood and burn tinctures and herbal salves. But now, things were different. It smelled like cleaning product from all those hours sanitizing what was salvageable. The cots were clean. Supplies that remained were organized into tidy rows of labeled drawers. There was a new rhythm to the place that was less chaotic and more organized. All the while, the healers asked for my help, looking at me with respect. After all the chaos, all the pain, it felt good to be useful in a way that didn’t involve violence or vengeance. Almost a week after we had caught Jesse and burned down most of the rogue camp, I stood near the open window, letting the breeze sweep th