The Black Necromancer-Book 4

Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

                Kayla gasped, her eyes flying open. She was slumped back on the sofa in Sapphire’s office, Romulus standing over her. Next to her on the couch, Dahlia and Troy slept on, Dahlia’s head resting on Troy’s shoulder, their breathing in tune with one another.

                “What was that?” she demanded, glaring at Romulus. “That was not fun!”

                “Nor did I say it was going to be,” Romulus retorted. “But you’d already survived your memories being returned the other time; you knew what to expect. And Troy had had seven years of his life returned to him in one go; medical knowledge wasn’t going to be a big deal.”

                “Dahlia’s never done it before,” Kayla noted, a cold fist squeezing her heart as she stared at the Magician of Water.

                “But she heard the consequences when you guys were having your memories returned,” Romulus snapped. “Look, what’s done is done. You’ve recovered first, probably because you’re immortal and your brain accepts knowledge faster. Go and help Sapphire or you’ll waste all the time that I just saved.”

                He was right, but Kayla didn’t have to like it. Glancing at the clock and noting, with relief, that only fifteen minutes had passed, she grabbed a fresh pair of latex gloves out of a box on the table and hurried back out into the hospital wing.

                Not much had changed while she had been gone. Magicians still raced around, trying to save as many of their comrades as they could. Kayla glanced around for either Sapphire or Jared or someone who could tell her what she should do with the medical knowledge that had just been seared into her brain.

                For Kayla understood it all now. She looked at a magician’s X-ray scans and saw that he had a fractured ribcage and possible splinters of bone in his lungs. But that wasn’t the worst injury out there; there were some far, far worse that Kayla did not want to describe.

                “Kayla!” It was Iris, relief apparent in her voice. “Did Romulus’s transfer go well?”

                It took a second for Kayla to realize what Iris was talking about. She nodded quickly, not wanting to take up any more of Iris’s time than she had to. The other magician gave her a push in the direction of the operating chambers.

                “Take this magician and get the bone fragments out of his lungs,” Iris ordered her. “Use operating room 6, I don’t think anyone’s in there.”

                Another cold steel rod seemed to stab Kayla’s heart. “You mean… alone?” she gasped.

                Iris nodded distractedly. “You’ve got Sapphire’s knowledge now, you’ll be fine. And don’t worry, you’ll be doing the operations that will be fatal if we don’t do something now, but don’t need healing magic to fix. Go.”

                Kayla felt queasy at the thought of doing her first operation alone, but she didn’t say anything. She guessed that there were only so many magicians doing the actual operations; she didn’t see Sapphire or Jared anywhere. Mitchell was in the corner, modifying bandages. Elliot was probably in the X-ray room and Iris was in front of her. That was it for the magicians who worked in the hospital wing.