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Wincing, I opened one of the cabinets and grabbed a bottle of Tylenol. I ached all over. Thankfully I had only a few scratches and exhaustion, which was better than Morgan and the open gash across his stomach. After cleaning the wound as best as he could, Victor stitched the cut. One of the perks of being a former medical resident.
Victor also checked on Keisha, but like me, she only had scratches. He tried looking me over, but I knew enough about cleaning scratches to do it on my own. Now, I needed painkillers. Lots of them.
I closed the cabinet, and the mirror on it showed Ceris behind me standing under the doorframe of one of the partitions in the infirmary, her hair tangled, her dress stained with blood and dirt, her expression tired.
I unscrewed the cap, took out three pills, p
