It's all one flower.

Smoke spreads down the hill and around the district facing the lake.

... the army is losing to the powerless people? Oh no... I don't...

One private car climbs up the hill after the other with more than the capacity.

There is not a single car down the hill.

Couple sitting old woman on bike, toddler on carrier and basket, pushing and pushing. Big baggage on its back.

Someone with luggage in both hands. A man who carries a child and hugs his luggage, and climbs the hill all at once. Who runs up dressed...... The steep slopes in front of the hospital were full of evacuating land people.

The people of the lake, not a single one is found. I guess he got away with the [leap] technique.

Awellana closed her eyes and took one deep breath. Hold your breath for a few seconds and vomit thin and long. I breathed slowly and cast a spell without looking at anything.

"Run Pengcheng from here to him.

Jump to the fold and put yourself there. "

Even the trembling voice definitely activated the procedure, scratching away Awellana's appearance.

Jumped ahead is in front of home. It was supposed to be in the garden.

I opened my eyes, but I narrow them unexpectedly due to the heat and glare. He covered his nose and mouth with sleeves (so on) and looked around again.

The place where the house should have been is wrapped in flames and black smoke. No, it's not just Awellana's home. All the surrounding houses are also swallowed by flames, searing (abuzz) deserted roads.

Awellana gave up and [jumped] again.

Central Civic Hospital was still safe. The ambulance is in and out of here.

The next police station had all the vehicles paying for it.

The hospital parking lot is full of injured people who escaped on their own. The injured person squatted in between cars as well. Many were burned, but others bled.

Awellana sewed among the injured into the front door of the hospital.

Both the lobby and the waiting room are wounded. Scorching odor and smell of blood like iron rust. He looked under his feet and headed to the stairs to avoid treading on the seriously wounded who had been put to sleep in the hallway.

An injured person squatts tightly on the stairs as well. Both the people of the lake and the people of the land were wounded and tired. I head to my father's hospital room, full of groans and screams, cries, and voices looking for and calling my family.

There are also injured people in the hallway upstairs, but not so much as to say that there is no foot trail, as on the ground floor. He narrowly opened the second door from the back of the hallway and slid his body into the hospital room.

My father's hospital room was the same as usual.

An old man in a bedroom dress roams around like a bear in a zoo. From the bed next to my father, I heard Mesi whine, still or not.

Awellana killed her footsteps and gently approached her father's bed.

My father, as usual, sits in the bed where he wakes up.

The window curtains were closed.

"... father, father"

Calling him again and again, my father's gaze turned to Awellana. Your face remains pointed at the window. Maybe I want to look outside, but the city wasn't really in a state where I could see it.

Awellana realized that she had left her commuter bag hanging on her shoulder and placed it on the floor. Lower your hips in a round chair and wrap your father's hands in both hands. My father didn't shake me back, but the hand was warm.

"Father..."

I tried to say something but my chest was clogged and instead my tears were zero (spilled).

Awellana cried like a child on the outside. Coal (soot) flows and tears cloud black. My cheeks hurt with flowing tears. Maybe he had a burn from the hot air.

An old man wandering indoors stopped.

My father said nothing and weakly shook back the hand held by Awellana.

I cried until I was tired of crying, and I finally stopped crying. I wiped my cheeks. The back of my hand turns black.

Awellana surgically raised the water from a water bottle placed under the bed and washed her face and hands away.

Go to the corner of the room and open the lid in the dirt bin. It's a tease. I threw it away so that I could remove only dirt from the water and get rid of the dust.

Turn my father's futon.

I can't stop breathing because I don't think it smells tough.

I didn't notice the smell of burning in my nose.

This is faster than Agate Hospital, where I work, and I can't reach the inmates. Neither my father nor the old men in his room have had their diapers changed.

Awellana commanded the water with powerful words and washed her father as he sat in bed.

"Gentle water, rely on my voice and rise up.

Drifting power, flushing, understanding, purifying power, fierce enemies.

Get up and wash yourself up, according to my will. "

Urine immersed in sleeping rolls and bedding blends into warm water.

Awellana threw the impurities in the dirt bin and washed the old man, who started wandering around again. All the old men in the room also wash and return the dirt drained water to the water bottle.

The old man, who was urging the meal, soothed his expression and became quiet.

Peek outside through the gaps in the curtains.

It's evening.

The black smoke is intense and I can only tell how it is right around the corner.

Every time the wind changed direction, people in the parking lot coughed up.

Awellana gave out a water drain about half the size of a mug from her father's personal effects drawer.

Transfer the refrigerator drinking water to the water drain.

Let him drink carefully, little by little, to support his father's head. My father drank that cup slowly. Exhale satisfactorily and close your eyes.

... maybe you haven't even had lunch...?

Awellana made the other old men drink water in the same way.

For safety reasons, there was no solid food in the fridge.

... Dinner, what do we do? With that said, sister, where have you been?

Awellana was on her way.

My sister, who usually accompanies my father, is not in the infirmary only today.

In the first place, I've [jumped] here with my sister as an atheist, not my father.

Central Citizens Hospital officials can't get around to anything else with the response of the shoving wounded.

The house was burned.

I don't know where my family and neighbors evacuated to.

Firehands loom from the shores of the lake, but there are parks and four-lane national highways between them and the Civil Hospital.

... maybe, okay. Do not extend the burn.

Remember how it was back in the Civil War and draw conclusions.