Halling sat, exhausted, on the floor in the infirmary. He'd been saying prayers over the dead for what felt like days now. So many -- too many -- had died. Wraith feedings, injuries, starving while stranded and unable to find help. It was a horror the like of which he had never seen in his life.
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Cullings on Athos had never been like this. )
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She frowned. Ill? She shook her head slightly as she tried to do a self-assessment ... then her thoughts stuttered to a stop. Oh my, she giggled. It had happened already, a little bit, here and there, but nothing quite so strong as this time. Nothing quite so obvious.
Menopause. I'm not half-frozen because I'm getting too damn old!, she thought, still giggling.
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"Dr. Biro," he said. "Forgive me for interrupting. Have any more survivors or bodies been found?" He hoped that there were more survivors. More bodies would be too much right now.
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She eyed the Athosian before her. "Just as you need to do, Halling," she smiled. "Please, go eat. Marran chased me out of here yesterday and wouldn't let me back in until I had something to eat." She handed him a portable medikit. "While I was out, I even stitched up someone's head, so it's not like I was slacking off. Bring this with you, in case someone needs it. Otherwise? Eat. And drink. And don't come back again until your stomach is actually full."
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Instead, she nodded. "Thank you," she said, her smile matching her words. She stood, following the man, amazed at his strength and quiet dignity.
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