Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #80: "Healing"
"You need my blood?"
Sh'gall grimaced, and glared at Jallora. "You do realise I have a Weyr to run, yes? Why, if I hadn't been ill too, it wouldn't be in this mess!"
The healer offered a reassuring smile. "Your blood serum will help heal countless others of the plague. It won't take long."
He snorted, and rolled up his sleeve. "Well, get on with it then, woman." Sh'gall watched her carefully probe for a vein, and ignored the brief pain as the needlethorn slid through skin. Bright red, the blood began to flow.
Sh'gall felt suddenly weak.
And fainted.
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