4th Ashan 718
"It is highly unlikely that we will find any more survivors at this point," Faith said. She was standing in the classroom at the Order of the Adunih, and she looked exhausted. It was rare for the young woman to look tired, she was physically able to just keep going it seemed and many of her peers at the Order had commented on it. Yet, this was trial five and she was running on fumes. However, she had to maintain just a few breaks more. "That means that we are not going to see more of the sudden rushes of multiple casualties," she turned a sharp gaze to a green cloak she didn't recognise who had been pulled in from Egilrun, she thought. The young man seemed to be about to cheer that this was not going to happen any more and Faith's voice, quiet as it was, cut over him. "Which is a tragedy because now we will be getting multiple corpses. Not something to celebrate." The young man hushed and lowered his head. Faith felt a momentary surge of pity for him.
"We are all tired, I understand. But now it is vital. You've all done marvellous work, truly you have. There are men, women and children alive who would be dead were it not for you. Each one of you." There was no doubting that to the earnest young woman. Each person in this room had saved multiple lives over the last few trials. "But now," she said, her voice low and quiet yet carrying across the room, making them sit up even though they were tired. "Now, we fight our greatest enemy. Infection. There are lacerations and deep abrasions, every cut, wound and open sore is a potential breeding ground for infection and infection kills."
She didn't need to tell them, they'd all seen it. Each of them knew, and yet she said it anyway because there were literally hundreds of peoples lives at stake. "It is relentless, ruthless and merciless and we must be the same in fighting it. That is our only option." Each one of them, and there were twenty of them sitting here, would have to put all effort into this fight, Faith said.
"And like any war, there are tactics. That's what we are going to discuss now. These are the tactics we will employ and there will be no deviation from them. If there are questions," Faith said, firmly, "Ask them before you leave. Once you do, we have to be doing the same thing or we've lost before we begin." She would not usually be so firm with any group, but these were a lot of unknowns and a fair few of them seemed to be rather star struck by her being "the" Faith Augustin. Whatever that meant. But she was more than happy to take advantage of it. A lot of them were young and they needed direction. Over the past trials, she'd seen them work well, but she had needed to be on top of them to make sure they kept focused and maintained the rules of triage. Galena and she had not really stopped in the interim period and the woman who had once been Faith's mentor had gone for a rest. Faith had more or less pushed her into the room with the small bed, before Galena had fallen where she stood. Soon, Faith promised herself, soon she would do the same. But first, she had to make sure that these green cloaks did what she told them to do. What they had to do and if she had to scare them a bit to make them do it? That was fine.
Frankly. Whatever it took.
"We are all tired, I understand. But now it is vital. You've all done marvellous work, truly you have. There are men, women and children alive who would be dead were it not for you. Each one of you." There was no doubting that to the earnest young woman. Each person in this room had saved multiple lives over the last few trials. "But now," she said, her voice low and quiet yet carrying across the room, making them sit up even though they were tired. "Now, we fight our greatest enemy. Infection. There are lacerations and deep abrasions, every cut, wound and open sore is a potential breeding ground for infection and infection kills."
She didn't need to tell them, they'd all seen it. Each of them knew, and yet she said it anyway because there were literally hundreds of peoples lives at stake. "It is relentless, ruthless and merciless and we must be the same in fighting it. That is our only option." Each one of them, and there were twenty of them sitting here, would have to put all effort into this fight, Faith said.
"And like any war, there are tactics. That's what we are going to discuss now. These are the tactics we will employ and there will be no deviation from them. If there are questions," Faith said, firmly, "Ask them before you leave. Once you do, we have to be doing the same thing or we've lost before we begin." She would not usually be so firm with any group, but these were a lot of unknowns and a fair few of them seemed to be rather star struck by her being "the" Faith Augustin. Whatever that meant. But she was more than happy to take advantage of it. A lot of them were young and they needed direction. Over the past trials, she'd seen them work well, but she had needed to be on top of them to make sure they kept focused and maintained the rules of triage. Galena and she had not really stopped in the interim period and the woman who had once been Faith's mentor had gone for a rest. Faith had more or less pushed her into the room with the small bed, before Galena had fallen where she stood. Soon, Faith promised herself, soon she would do the same. But first, she had to make sure that these green cloaks did what she told them to do. What they had to do and if she had to scare them a bit to make them do it? That was fine.
Frankly. Whatever it took.
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Teaching: Sometimes, you have to be strict
Teaching: Press the importance of what you're talking about.
Teaching: Sometimes, you have to be strict
Teaching: Press the importance of what you're talking about.
