Chapter 437: Lessons Written in Blood and Breath
The medical facility never truly slept.
Even at this hour—long after the compound had fallen into uneasy silence—the front ward glowed with low lantern light. It was always open in the case of any emergency.
Lysander entered through the wide front doors with Orion at his side.
Cold followed them in.
Snow clung to the hem of Lysander's boots, already melting into dark patches on the stone floor.
He did not slow.
The moment they crossed the threshold, a young nurse hurried toward them from the front space, her hands still stained faintly green from crushed leaves.
"She's been moved to a spare room," she said quickly, falling into step beside Lysander. "Her pulse is fast and uneven. Her temperature is still elevated. Not rising—but it hasn't broken yet."
Lysander gave a brief nod.
"Any obvious trauma?" he asked without looking at her.
