"Scalpel" came the cold voice of the doctor she was attached to, Cassidy numbly gave the professional the required tool, the rumbling of the artillery erupting in the background, the screams of agony, wails of the injured and the trembling of the building did nothing to faze Cassidy at this point in time, she just numbly executed the barked orders directed at her like a device on auto pilot mode.
Her attention was more focused on the information in her mind, information that was brought by the piece of paper she had been gifted by her brother, her brother who had dissipated right in front of her eyes. The information that flooded her mind was broad but the way it was absorbed was gentle giving her almost zero discomfort, like pieces of ice that would only slowly melt into water when her perception was trained on them. She was slowly trying to melt these 'ice' away unraveling the complex information and digesting it to fit into her perception and logic.
