"The fighting hasn't even started yet, and one of my classmates almost died..." Panic was clearly visible on Xenomia's face. "I need to recover as soon as possible!"
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Being among a group of patients, shocked by what was happening, by the fact that the Darklings turned out to be completely different from the noble knights that Mia had heard about, the girl hesitantly tugged at the sleeve of a nurse or orderly. "Excuse me... I've been receiving treatment for several days now... Maybe I can already handle a weapon? Or at least help with something else..." To be honest, Xenomia doubted that she could even stand on her own two feet, but she couldn't just lie here and do nothing in the middle of the fighting. She hoped that she could be assigned to at least take care of the wounded – if Xenomia herself wasn't contagious to them. Even if it would cause some complications in her illness, now was not the time to be gentle with herself. Well, probably...