Amber’s POV
The hospital’s lab left a lot to be desired. It was tiny, the size of a broom closet, with only a quarter of the supplies that I’d worked with in other places. Beggars couldn’t be choosers though. This was all I had to work with, so I had to succeed with just this. Somehow.
So far, the Head Healer had provided me with the files of the earliest patients to get the disease, some of which, unfortunately, had succumbed before the healers truly understood what they were dealing with.
They still didn’t know, only that it was a deadly pandemic. They were throwing every method of healing they had at it, some working better than others. I had that list too. Everything they’ve tried against the effects.
So far, I had a few ideas of what this disease could be, but without running the
