"Fuck, I am tired," I said; I have been healing for the day and feeling extremly tired but seeing there are patients, I continued to heal.
Finally, when the afternoon came the next day, I found no one to heal and directly slumped on the bed, and this time, no one woke me from my sleep.
I had been awake for more than two days, and in these two days, I had been either fighting or healing. It had completely worn me off, and in the last few hours, I had been going through with sheer willpower.
When I woke up, it was evening. Opening my eyes, I found the hall again filled with patients and healers healing them, but these patients' conditions are not precarious; they could at least live for a day or two without healers' needs.
"You have woken up." I heard a familiar voice just as I got up and saw Georgina coming toward me. She looks a lot better than she had a few hours ago; it seems like she too got the rest.
