It's all one flower.

"Father, I'm going to go help you with the handouts, so dinner, wait a little longer"

The sun has already gone down.

Like evacuation, I don't know where to go.

Agate Hospital at work would be around the time I finished evacuating.

... If everyone was evacuating to the lake by boat, they'd pick you up here later, wouldn't they?

[Leap] is a well-known technique of moving to a "place". I can't jump on a ship that doesn't know where it is in a vast lake.

Awellana left the hospital room by herself, deciding to help with the injured and have the food shared as a reward.

More wounded fill the wall. I looked around the hallway, but I don't see a medic. I carefully descended the stairs to avoid stepping on the injured.

In the entrance hall, I found a nurse to stop the wounded.

Awellana spoke as she pulled the [Thoughtful Owl] school badge (today) from her neck out of her collar (Eri).

"Um, I'm a pharmacist. With the ingredients, I can make medicine..."

"Thanks! Go to the medical office in the back!

The tired nurse's face brightened up. Awellana meets and heads to the one the nurse points to.

Paw through the squatting injured person and proceed to the back of the hallway. A scientist in science, wrapped in white, was walking with magic medicine wound meds applied to the wounded.

The wind changes direction and the black smoke from the city that can be burned through the open doors flows in. The people on the ground floor coughed hard.

Awellana seeped tears and entered the hospital with her nose and mouth covered with sleeves. When he told me that he was a pharmacist, the clerk sent him to the dispensary behind him.

"Here too, there are two wizard pharmacists, but not enough hands..."

The dispensary looks like a battlefield.

The floor was littered with empty bottles of vegetable oil of various kinds and empty cans of one dot.

An elderly clerk opens the next can of dough and a young clerk arranges a pot of barbecue for wound medication in a tray on the work desk.

The elderly pharmacists cast spells in the back of the dispensary and made wound pills. Medicinal herbs and vegetable oils mix together in space and become green ointments when poured into a barbecue pot.

A science pharmacist leaves with a tray with finished medication on it.

"Um, I'm a pharmacist at Agate Hospital. I'll help you."

"Helpful! As you can see, I'm making wound pills"

"This... come here, now..."

A male pharmacist floats the color of relief and a female pharmacist gives her the opened herb.

Awellana avoided the empty bottle and approached the pharmacist in the back.

There are no windows in the dispensing room, but the smoke was so far into it.

The three pharmacists continued to make wound medicines, sometimes in an uncontrolled manner.

The pharmacist and clerk come to replace him, put down the empty pot, and leave with the medicine.

Whether the three pharmacists make it without rest, make it, or make it, it's still not enough.

Instead of reducing the number of injuries, the number increases from moment to moment.

Everyone was tired, and besides the spells the pharmacists chant, they were silent.

A groan of the injured and a voice looking for someone, a scream rushing for treatment, reaches the dispensary.

Awellana concentrated on the work in front of her, trying not to think about anything else.

"Formerly the rooting companions, the rooting companions on the soil.

Oil, loose, tame.

A union of green companions and life.

Groups are the roots of one life, in this world. "

Each of the three operators chants a spell with powerful words.

Spiritually binds herbs and vegetable oils and turns them into one wound medicine.

Explosion sound.

With the intense vibrations that took place at the same time, Awellana was drawn back to reality.

The second explosion reminded us where we were.

Screaming.

Gunshots.

A fear I don't even want to recall ties Awellana's body.

"So far already..."

"Shit! What are the army and the police doing?

A female pharmacist groaned with a pale face and a male pharmacist threw up.

Continuous light gunfire.

During the Civil War, the sound of an automatic small gun fired in my ear was beyond counting.

Third explosion sound.

Parallax and dust descend from the ceiling.

The screams you hear in the distance go down.

"O... father"

A groan leaks out of Awellana's mouth. There are no windows in the deep dispensing room.

A female pharmacist placed her hand on Awellana's shoulder. Face the elderly pharmacist and say in a trembling voice.

"Dad... he's in the hospital upstairs."

"Apparently, now it's useless to make drugs"

Will you fight again? The male pharmacist sighs.

The female pharmacist gently slaps Awellana on the shoulder and sends her out.

"Enough here, take your father and run away."

"Oh, you know, you guys..."

"We were originally military. I'll do anything."

Male pharmacists and elderly clerks distort their licences as niggardly.

A female pharmacist put one pot of medicine in Awellana's hand.

"Thank you. Be well."

Awellana snorted and jumped to his father's hospital room.