The last of the daylight drained away in blood and bile.
If I was lucky, the man that came under my hands had only superficial wounds that healed the instant my magic touched him, driven by instinct. If I was unlucky, I had to pick out debre from their still pulsing innards and get them back in so they wouldn't have something hanging out when the skin reached across the abyss. If I was unluckier still, my magic would return to me knowledge of diseases eating at their bodies that I hadn't the time to do anything about. Those diseases told me more about that certain patients lifestyle and bad habits than I ever wanted to know.
I threw up in the beginning. The guard 'escorting' me hadn't been sympathetic. Rather he'd been disgusted and even insulted, tearing me away from my pile of sick to
