Lily’s pov “Move!” I shouted at people in our path. They scattered, eyes wide with horror.Eleanor's face had gone gray. Her lips moved, forming words that made no sound. Her eyes rolled back, showing only whites."She's seizing!" Veyla gasped from beside me, her hand pressed to Eleanor's forehead. "We need to get her inside now!"We burst through the infirmary. Marathiel, having run ahead to prepare. She'd cleared the main table, laid out instruments, and boiled water that steamed in basins."Here!" Veyla directed us to the table. "Gently, don't jostle her."We transferred Eleanor from stretcher to table."Out," Veyla commanded, not looking up. Her hands were already moving, checking Eleanor's pulse, her breathing. "Everyone who's not medical, out now.""She's my sister," Pierre choked out."And she needs space." Veyla's voice softened slightly. "Please. Let us work."Veyla was cutting away Eleanor's ruined dress with swift, the fabric fell away in blood-soaked pieces.I caught one
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