Aimlessly twirling within her chair, having finished her rounds early, Amilia Thorne sighed and kicked her feet back and forth. "I need a drink." She muttered when the doors to her ward opened up.
She froze, eyes widening as a young woman with a disfigured face, marred by bone-deep laceration over her cheekbones, staggered in. Blood streamed down her legs, which did little to mask the matted blood on the woman's rear.
"Hells!" Amilia cried, rushing to her aid. "O-O-Olivia?" She barely recognized but could sense her familiar aura. "Dear Lord, who did this!"
"H-Help… m...e," The young woman, barely clothed in rags that appeared torn, muttered, losing consciousness.
"Aidios." Commander Sanders muttered, clutching his eyes shut. He'd never gotten used to such a sight despite having seen it so many times when Earth began colonizing other planets. It was a sickening sight that had been normalized in the military through the years.
