TBATE | Fix it all

Way Out?

A cough was heard in the room. Grey immediately ran up and gave the sick man a glass of water. Afterward, he began pacing around the room again, wondering what he should do. The doctor said there was little chance of survival, but she would try to make Caera live longer or be cured altogether.

- "Remember! Think! Come on head, work! Remember how to make an antibiotic! Regis, help!" - Grey thought to himself. At the same time, Sylvie was trying her best to improve her healing spell so that it would work not on wounds, but on diseases as well - "Argh! No, it won't work. Even if I remember how to make it, I can't make it due to lack of resources. So the solution is magic?"

- "Arthur, children" - Regis said briefly, also thinking about how to treat Caera.

Grey ran to the children. Once he got to them he realized it was time to change the 'diapers'. Already adept at changing diapers, he took the girls in his arms and began to lull them to sleep.

- Sleep, Alicia, sleep, Rosaline, or else the gray wolf will come and bite the side - sang Grey, trying to smile, as he did not want to show the children that something bad was happening.

A little surprised at how quickly the girls fell asleep, he gently put them in the crib and teleported to Caera.

- Sylvie, tell me how you use healing magic - Grey said in a serious tone. He thought that since mana helped with external and a bit of internal wounds, pain, aether would be able to do much better in this.

- Well... I envelope the injured person with mana, pour some mana into the core and into the wound - Sylvie scratched the back of her head, wondering if she'd been able to properly explain how it worked. But her fears were in vain, Grey understood everything.

- Sylvie, please run to the kitchen and bring a knife - Grey said. Sylvie went to the kitchen. Ten seconds later she came back.

- Sylvie, I'm sorry to ask you to do this, but, can you cut your hand, not too badly? - Grey asked.

- If it's for my mom, I'm willing to cut my arm off if it will help her in any way - Sylvie said, pounding her chest with her fist and cutting her palm.

Grey walked over to her, closed his eyes, concentrated. At first he decided to just infuse the aether into the wound itself. It had no effect, to his surprise. Then he began to wrap the aether around Sylvie. Then he began to pour some aether into the core and some into the wound. The wound began to heal. Though no, more like not, the wound began to reel back. Blood began to rise up and back into the wound. It was more like rewinding time than healing.

- Neither was what was needed. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! - Grey scolded himself.

- Grey... - A faint voice sounded in the room. Grey teleported to the bed, Sylvie came up behind him.

- Yes, Caera, I'm listening

- If anything happens... Take care of the girls. I hope they grow up to be beautiful and smart....

- N-no, don't say that, please. Please don't say that - a tear rolled down Gray's cheek. His eyes closed, wanting to escape from reality. He doesn't want to admit it, doesn't want to see someone dear to him die in his arms again. Suddenly a cold hand touched his face, he opened his eyes in surprise. There was a faint smile on Caera's face and her hand was stretched out to his face.

- You'll be a good father... I believe that - she said. Her hand slowly lowered back down. Her eyes closed, her breathing slowed...

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