On A Dragon's Wings

Death. Everywhere she looked, the healer saw death. She closed her eyes, trying to mentally block out the smell of death that lingered throughout the village. Nothing had worked so far.
She wiped her damp, flushed face, the first symptoms of the disease. As a healer she had taken the first dose of her new tonic that morning. If it worked, she'd be able to stop this epidemic, starting with the little girl in the house she had just reached. If it didn't work.... She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.