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MERSTORY Ch4 - 112


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No, I'm fine. We're all fine.
"Cleaning. We need... to get clean.
Everything must be sterile.
Where's the boiled water?"

I dip the surgical instruments into the clay pot
and peel away the gloves.
Should I try to clean and reuse this?
There are only so few gloves in the kit...
No, better not.

Aqua feels at her sister's forehead with her (washed) palms.
"Isso, fever down." she whispers with some wonder.

"That's just the antibiotics at work." I reply.
"... I can't... I can't be sure if she'll pull through.
We did all we can."

It may not be enough!
Stupid! Ignorant! Clumsy pretentious fool that I am.
This is out of my hands.
Someone please. Hear this prayer.

"Isso?"

I find myself gasping for breath.
Physically... that wasn't as hard as hauling logs.
But I'm done.
I'm emotionally drained, okay?

I'm tired.
I need just need to close my eyes for a bit...



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Last update on March 29, 3:31 pm by Carlo Marco.
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