Blackout
Smough's Flagship
Smough goes through the routine checks. He checks her from head to toe with an emphasis on her head and upper torso without so much as a second thought for the blood. He seems calm and focused. Like he's done this before a thousand times. He muses for only a moment. 
"I should be able to resuscitate her. Assuming this is physical. She's suffering from extreme exhaustion." Smough opens her blazer and begins CPR. "Come on. Stay with me sweetheart. I'm not losing you today." Smough says between breaths. Flame doesn't stabilize and Smough curses. He rummages through a doctors bag and comes out with a bag of liquid nutrients. 

"There is only one god I pray to. The god of death. You know what I say?" Smough says as he sets the IV. A young pirate holds the bag up while Smough produces two syringes. He fills each with a different medicine and takes a deep breath. "Not today." Stabbing the larger of the two directly into her chest he presses down on the plunger injecting adrenaline directly into her heart. In the same fluid motion and with surgical precision he gives her another shot of mild sedative to relax her body.

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There is a rustling. A shuffle of many feet from within the cottage. A young woman, no older than 19, steps out from the cabin. She is absolutely terrified. Her heart hammers in her chest.
"I've nothing for you. I am no witch. Just a woman who wants to tend to these orphans. If you leave now that'll be the end of it." She proclaims. In her hands is a gnarled and knotted staff. Aside from the branch she looks like a normal village girl. Then it happens. The feeling. Reality shakes as Umbra swells and rises from within her. She clutches the staff in both hands and stares them down.