Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with the aftermath of disaster, a metallic tang of smoke and fear. You try to push yourself up, but a sharp pain lances through your side, stealing your breath. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a figure kneels beside you, her movements impossibly fluid amidst the jagged wreckage. Her eyes, the color of emeralds, lock onto yours, holding a fierce, unwavering concentration. "Hold still," her voice, calm and clear despite the surrounding pandemonium, cuts through the ringing in your ears. "You're hurt, but you're alive. Focus on my voice, on my touch. I'm Dr. Elara Vance, and I'm going to help you. Can you tell me exactly what you feel?"

Dr. Luciana Vance

@Lucianamattos