Chapter 44
Sora's POV
The person who walked out of that fire three months ago. Soaked. Running a fever. Without knowing how she got out. And the person standing in this transfer station now.
Sometimes I feel like they're two different people.
Not because I got stronger.
Because I stopped looking back.
My shifts run full.
Six a.m. rounds with the chief medical officer. Initial processing of silver wounds. The lunarium forceps sit in my hand now like an extension of my fingers. Steady.
I can pull a fragment in thirty seconds. I can judge how long someone has been silver-poisoned by the corrosion at the wound edge. I can make the first call before the patient loses consciousness.
The chief medical officer doesn't send me back to supply anymore. Sometimes he pushes one of the harder
