[Wait For Medical Attention]
You lay your head on a soft, sponge-like table. An Elf nurse enters,
with guaze in her hands. She slowly dabs the gauze in a clearish
liquid. "What's that???" You stammer, flinching.
"Don't worry, it's just an anteseptic."
You stand there, waiting for the blonde to call you back to the
medical tent. Your thoughts were correct. The blonde calls for you
saying, "Come back here to get your head treated." Domonique
follows you back, too.
