Shouts, groans, moans, pleas, curses, and the screams of the wounded that were being operated on without anesthesia flooded the room. The higher the bunks the wounded were on, the more likely it was that they’d already died. New patients were constantly being brought into the hall through four different entrances.
“Two squads have returned from battle,” the healer explained. With a wave of his hand, he cleared away numerous empty flasks and bottles from the nearest table. “Set him down here,” he said and looked at the bunks. “Sadly, just as many soldiers have been left behind in the lands of Darnassus.”
Derek clenched his fists.
“Bastards,” he hissed and turned away.
It was difficult for him to be here, not because he had a weak will or stomach, but because the sight brought back p
