Niviene raised her head as yet another stretcher bearing a gravely ill soldier was jostled into the crowded space. She heaved a sigh, shoved a dirty lock of hair from her eyes and moved on to her next patient.
She’d left Oribos, against her will, and entered Bastion. The locals had been kind enough to alot them a space near Aspirant’s Rest in which to make a triage space. The wounded came in steadily and she was one of the ones to determine who would be treated and who was too far gone to be saved. She hated it. And she hated Bishop Lancaster for putting her in this position.
He had given her a choice, be locked up in a cell to stew, or actually make some good out of the circumstances she found herself in. At first she had planned to find the quickest way out but duty overcame such thoughts. Besides, Lancaster had taken her communication stone so she had no way of contacting Braghaman for help.
She shook her head, forcing those thoughts to the back of her mind, not allowing herself to dwell on the fact that her husband had no way of knowing where she was or if she was still among the living. That thought brought a smirk which caused the orderly to balk a bit.
Of course he knew she was still among the living. That was a given. They had been together long enough, been through enough, that they had the kind of bond that made that knowledge part of who they were. She had no doubt that he already knew where she was and why. She also knew that he would be doing his best to get her back.
A heart wrenching groan pulled her attention back to the man in front of her. He suffered internal bleeding, a punctured lung, and severe head trauma. She raised her hands, fingers outstretched above him, ready to try what she knew was a fruitless act of hope. But the man grasped her wrist, coughed up a mouthful of blood and croaked, “No sister. I’m done. I know that. Just… please… tell my Sophie I died a hero.”
Niviene smiled softly, extricating her hand from his and gently laying it against his chest. “Of course I will soldier. It’s only the truth after all. Rest with the Light, you have earned it.” she leaned over, placing a light kiss upon the man’s brow, rising to see that he had already slipped away into the peace of death.
The priestess sighed again, swiping tears from her cheeks with blood stained fingers. She wanted to go home. She wanted to hug her husband and children. But more than that, at this moment, she didn’t want to let anyone else die.