ATASHA’S POV
“Your Highness… this is where the kids will be staying,” Grace pointed at a two story house not too far away from where the soldiers train. “Just as you expected, Aries and Rico passed the assessment and will soon start their training as for Kasumi and the rest, only a few of them passed Physician Mendez’s assessment. They too will start their training under the physician very soon,” Grace said as she led me towards Physician Mendez’s infirmary.
“Keep them safe for me,” I said.
“It will be done.”
Soon enough, we arrived at the Infirmary.
Inside the place was large and plain. Two long rows of beds with numbered plates at the foot, a central aisle wide enough for stretchers, and screens on hooks that could be pulled for procedures. Along one wall sat boiling kettles and wash basins.
Opposite that were shelves of bandages, splints, jars of dried herbs, and boxes of fae cores for the heaters. A board listed today’s roster, triage, burns, fractures, fever, chalked with names and shifts. Stone heaters glowed under the windows to keep the room above freezing.
“This is why we keep so many beds,” Grace said. “Winter injuries, mine collapses, patrol wounds. Physician Mendez takes civilians too, including miners.”
“Are there other physicians?” I asked.
Grace nodded, but before she could add names, Mendez came out from a side room with four people at his back.
He stopped in front of us. “Princess Consort,” he said, then turned to the others. “Introduce yourselves.”
A woman in gray immediately stepped forward. “Greetings your highness. My name is Annel Briarholt, charge nurse.”
“Good Morning your highness. I am called Joren Morrow, and I handle apothecary, I led a group of three more people. I will introduce them to you, very soon.”
Next was a broad–shouldered warden in a medic’s vest. “Greetings your highness. I am Thane Keldar, field medic. I run stretchers, masks, and casualty intake. I led about twenty other medics that are mostly on the borders.”
Last came a younger woman with a leather kit at her belt. “Greetings your highness. I am
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Ironsong. I am a ward surgeon. I handle fractures, stitches, and anything that needs a knife.”
All four bowed to me. Seeing this, Mendez nodded before he flicked two fingers, and they split off to their stations without more words.
“I’ll be leaving for the border soon,” Mendez said to me. “This is part of the beast tide
call.” protocols. I won’t be here to assist you with every
“I understand,” I said.
He tapped a slate listing protocols. “That’s why we boil everything, seal vents, rotate masks, and quarantine fast. That’s why Veris fights for reserve grain and Joren logs every vial. We learned the hard way. And it’s why the ward–towers burn blue all night during a red moon. If a beast tide rolls and there’s a curse mixed in, every mistake costs double.”
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