Adrian Vale's hands were slick with blood, Elise's blood, as he and Felix pushed open the doors to the academy hospital. The sterile, icy scent of the place mixed with the tang of iron, and Elise's unconscious body sagged between them, her skin clammy and pale.
"We need help!" Adrian shouted, his voice rough with urgency.
A nurse darted out, eyes widening at the sight of Elise's wounds. In moments, a stretcher arrived, and Elise was wheeled in. Felix hovered nervously, whispering her name under his breath.
"She's a feral," one of the medics muttered under his breath, clearly hesitating.
Adrian stepped forward, pulling out a few lunar coins. "Put it on my tab. She gets full treatment."
The medic's eyes went wide. "Of course"
