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Modlen was vaguely aware of the change in her surroundings. The energy she had been given helped her to think and talk a little more clearly, but she was having trouble focusing her eyes. What she did know what that she was being carried, she was being asked questions and that her stomach felt cold.

"I need..." she began, "I need blood. To stop the bleeding." She'd been shot, that much she knew, and the energy was helping to dull the pain a little, but she felt woozy and was pretty sure she was bleeding a lot. That's how gunshots worked, right?

SHe could hear people moving and rushing around her but she couldn't hear gunfire or conflict anymore, so she had to assume they were safe. Which might be a bad thing, given her condition. She knew blood healed her she also knew that bigger wounds needed more blood. She had no idea how much for a gunshot, but she remembered the dead guard outside her cell. Not even thinking about the implications of her request, Modlen was thinking purely about her own healing when she spoke up once more,

"You need to get a guard, put their blood in a bathtub and put me in it. It'll make it better."

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