I have been picturing everything I could experience today in my head since we received the notification for today's mission. 

I really tried to act professionally. I read a lot about first aid for accidents, but the moment I felt that boy's concern, my emotions threatened to take control of my mind. 

Then, the slight smell of blood in the tent smacked me in the face and curiously helped me to regain my focus.

I counted five people, four of whom were lying on field beds wrapped in thermal blankets. 

The only one sitting was a crying man who looked physically fine. I bit my lip and headed for the bed on the left side of the tent. Even before I started, a feeling of frustration began to build up inside of me.

“Hey, how do you feel?” I asked quietly.

The woman slowly opened her eyes. " I fell down a slope… everything hurts." her voice was weak, but she chuckled about her accident.

"Okay, I'm going to heal you now." I tried to smile and gently placed my hands on her body. With my eyes closed, I imagined my magic pouring over her, and that is exactly what it did.

For the first time since I can remember, I actually felt a large portion of mana leaving my body, somehow drying me out.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked, wiping a little sweat from my forehead.

The eyes of the woman were wide open… she stared at me in disbelief.

"I feel like nothing ever happened. Thank you a lot." She slowly sat up and examined the areas where she was injured while I cared for the other wounded.

My next two patients had similar injuries, so I repeated the form of magic I had used before. But the fourth patient was my biggest challenge yet. A man who looked to be in his forties had a large cut across his face. My stomach grumbled, and my eyes involuntarily wandered. I was definitely not used to this kind of sight.

"Girl, it's okay. Scars are cool, right? You don’t need to look at me." he said, smiling slightly.

"I was planning on avoiding a scar, but I'll keep it in mind," I said, holding a hand over his head.

Before I began channeling my mana, I noticed the already healed patients standing behind me, watching my movements with anticipation.

I concentrated on closing the wound, not healing his whole body, as I had done before. It was possible that I would leave a large scar on his face since I was not experienced in healing deep wounds.

A green light shone from my hand and covered his face. And the wound actually began to close. It looked as if threads of blood were stitching the torn skin back together—a grotesque and incredible sight at the same time.

“You look as ugly as before.” Said one of the other people and started laughing.

I had to take a deep breath, my hands began to tingle, and a feeling of numbness started to spread throughout my body. I had the feeling that my circular system would crash at any moment.

"Shut up!" the person who had been crying a few minutes ago shouted angrily. "The healer is about to collapse. Get her something to drink!"

I don’t want to admit that, but he was probably right.

“It is fine… I just need a small break,” I said, breathing heavily.

A moment later, Miko and a man I didn't recognize entered the tent.

"Holy shit, you look terrible, Kayla," Miko said in shock and knelt down to hold me, putting her arm around my shoulders.

When did I sit down? I don't remember going to the ground.

“Is she already done?” Asked the dude that stood at the entrance of the tent. “Thank you for your… oh, wow.” He stopped talking and stared at his guild members.

“You said she was a newbie, but it’s rare to see anyone with that healing capacity. Truly incredible."

Miko also looked a little surprised and started stroking my shoulder. "Good job."

"Sami! It's Krys. He just left the dungeon."

All the people ran out of the tent. Miko helped me stand up, and we followed the crowd. What I saw there was worse than anything I had imagined. A member of the guild named Krystoff had been pierced by a sword that was still stuck in his torso.

I can't save him, was the first thought that flashed into my mind.

My heart broke when I heard some people talking about me being here. They believed that there was a chance to save his life. But I was already at my limit.

I clenched my fists. Miko noticed this and placed her hand over mine. “It is ok. You can’t help everyone.” She whispered.

While we were standing there, he collapsed—dead silence. No one moved or said anything. It seemed like they already accepted his death. But he was still breathing. So, I wanted to try it, try to save his life.

I walked toward him, and everyone gazed at me. They told me without words that I had to do something.

"I have an idea, but if we wait too long, he will die. I have to close his wound immediately. But we have to remove the sword first." I knew how my words sounded... reckless and stupid.

Normally, you should never pull an object out of the body since it can damage nerves and blood vessels.

“He will die if we remove it,” Sami said as if he had already given up.

“He will also die if we don’t. Try to trust me. You pull it out, and I close his wound instantly.”

“That is impossible.” He shook his head.

“We will regret it if we don’t try it,” I shouted angrily.

Miko came up to us and positioned herself behind Krystoff.

"You lift him, and I'll pull out the sword, understood?" she said, looking at Sami seriously.

"Understood," he said with a crushed expression and walked over to Miko.

Sami lifted Krystoff so that he was sitting as I knelt down in front of him.

The strong smell of blood poured into my nose, mixed with my circulation problems I felt like throwing up. But I tried to focus and closed my eyes.

I imagined how I would save his life and close the hole in his torso with my magic.

Green light began to radiate from all over my body. The tiny particles flew around and slowly gathered around my hands.

"I'm going to count down from three," I said with a trembling voice.

“Three”

“Two”

“One!”

Miko pulled the sword out with a jerk. Blood splattered on my face as I pressed my hands on his body, shooting every last drop of my mana into his wound.

I was no longer aware of my surroundings. I felt my consciousness fading.

My stomach began to burn like fire. I spat blood and fell onto the floor.

I can't breathe

I tried to fill my lungs with air, but it was not working.

It felt as if my body was rebelling. Rapidly every inch of me began to ache.

And suddenly, everything went dark.