Damn Fanchone anyway -- he and Aro were useless without Anala!
~
Ghia stared at the scene before her eyes in disbelief. "Crisis" was the understatement of the year. What she saw before her in the clinic was better described as the end of the world.
Chaos. Wreckage. Disorder. Debris. There was little telling who was a healer and who was a patient, save the small blue karykai on the healers' lapels. Every bed was occupied, some by more than one person. The rest of the sick crowded in corners or lay on the floor. The floor itself was less than clean, being covered in human excretions. Where was the janitorial staff? The few healers who remained to make the rounds were deathly pale, coughing and sneezing into their sleeves and puking into the corners.
Still people crowded the entrance. Sti
