The infirmary looked desolate.
Perhaps it wasn't the room that seemed desolate, but the person in it.
The furnishings were ordinary: two hospital beds, a medicine cabinet, and a desk. That was all.
Nanahoshi Shizuka lay curled up on the bed against the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Her complexion actually looked all right now that she had changed clothes and wiped the blood off herself.
But that was only how she looked. She felt utterly lifeless.
"Nanahoshi, are you all right?"
Cui Ciyou walked over and sat on the other bed-the one Sylphy had used earlier, now empty.
After exhausting herself for two consecutive days to keep Nanahoshi alive, the half-elf had collapsed from fatigue and been taken back to the guest room to rest.
She had looked terribly haggard when she left.
Yurz the Atoning's ability placed a considerable burden on its user.
As the "blood bank," Sylphy had naturally been drained as well.
The figure on the bed stirred, and Nanahoshi Shizuka turned her head.
"Do I look all right to you?"
Cui Ciyou shrugged. "You don't look all right, but you're much better than before."
"I'm not in the mood to argue with you."
Nanahoshi turned toward the wall, her voice muffled.
"Yurz said this illness of mine can't be cured."
"Yes."
They hadn't kept it from her.
Back in their original world, they might have chosen to conceal a terminal diagnosis from the patient and tell only the family.
But here, there didn't seem to be any such convention.
After that, a long silence settled over the room.
Cui Ciyou said nothing. He simply sat there quietly.
At a time like this, words of encouragement might only make things worse.
Platitudes like "Hang in there" and "You'll get better" sounded more like mockery.
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