Valerie's POV
The procedure was over.
A wave of deep, bone-aching exhaustion washed over me, so profound it made the room tilt for a second. It felt like I had poured my entire life force into the Elder's chest, leaving almost nothing for myself. My very bones felt hollowed out, my muscles trembling with a fatigue that went far beyond the physical.
My movements, however, remained precise and methodical. I stripped off the bloody gloves, dropping them into the biohazard bin with a soft thud.
I walked to the scrub sink and washed my hands, the warm water doing little to stop the fine trembling in my muscles. I watched the pink-tinged water swirl down the drain, feeling as though a part of my own energy was going with it.
The hospital staff, including Dr. Albright, just stared at me. Their faces were a mixture of awe, fear, and a kind of religious reverence I found deeply unsettling. They looked at me like I was a ghost who had just performed a miracle, a being beyond their comprehension.
As I walked away from the sink, they parted for me like I was a queen, creating a silent, stunned path. I could hear their whispers as I passed, hushed and reverent.
"A miracle..." one nurse breathed.
"Impossible power... I've never seen anything like it," another murmured to his colleague.
Dr. Albright just stood there, his face pale, his eyes wide, watching me as if he expected me to vanish into thin air. I had not only saved his patient; I had completely dismantled his understanding of medicine and the world.
I ignored them all. Their validation, their awe, meant nothing to me. It was a dangerous kind of attention.
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