Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"For wherever you need to go - and then some. The world needs more healers"
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6.
MARS ON THE FIELD OF MARS
"FUCK." Ace said, his feet were in front of the girl before her brain had time to catch up. "Gauze! Unicorn powder!"
The supplies were in his hands in seconds, two others knelt beside him. Ace had been a medic in camp for years. He had inherited some skills from his father. He had to give up the position when he became a centurion but he still served in emergencies.
Ace ordered the other two to unstrap her armor to loosen it up. His hands put pressure on the wound. He wouldn't dare take it out, not until she was stable.
"Gwen. Gwen. Can you hear me?" Ace asked, working hard to keep the panic out of his voice.
She was out cold.
He had seen a lot of injuries over his years, a handful of deaths. But never someone this close to him, not yet. Gwen was good, she had been a loyal legionnaire for years, her time was up. She could be done.
"Come on Gwen. You need to live so you can retire."
Ace wrapped a long train of gauze around both hands before sliding them carefulling under her armor to try and clean up some of the blood. As soon as he got close to the wound he could feel the liquid soak his hands.
He ordered the other two to do the same thing. Between the three of them they cleaned up as much as they could. He unwrapped his hand and dumped unicorn powder onto it. He could feel it sticking to his hand from the undried blood so he just dumped more on. His hands went under her armor again and the powder, which had now gotten so wet it was more of a paste, was spread as evenly around the wound as it could be. Ace bowed his head and gave a healing prayer in Latin, asking if there was a millimeter of life left in her, to help her fight.
When nothing happened, when he couldn't feel the wound healing under his hand like it had so many times before, he tried one more time to pray. Feeling absolutely nothing, he slowly took his hand out from under her armor and put two fingers on her pulse. He waited for thirty seconds, but no heartbeat came.
Dejectedly, Ace looked up at Reyna and shook his head.
A scream could be heard from the second. Ace turned his head to see Cato tuck Skylar under his arm, as the girl turned her head to cry into his shirt. Gwen had been like a sister to Skylar.
After the scream stopped echoing off the walls on the fort. Everything fell silent.
Ace noticed the markings on the shaft of the spear. It belonged to someone from the first cohort. It was sticking out of her in a way that meant it could have only been thrown when her back was turned.
