Amelia's POV

My hand was still bleeding when they brought in the next injured warrior.

"Please," the man whispered, his face twisted in pain. A deep gash ran across his shoulder. "Please help me."

I didn't hesitate. Dr. Merrick held out another vial, and I let more blood drip into it. My palm throbbed, but I pushed the feeling away.

The moment my blood touched his wound, the same miracle happened. The torn skin pulled together, color returning to his face. He gasped, staring at his healed ...