Sierra grunted as she cleans her wound, biting the cloth she has put on her mouth and breathing through her nose harshly. Her eyes were brimming with tears and sweat was all over her but she could not wipe them since her hands were holding the cloth she is using to clean her leg. She has discarded her pants and tunic, as well as her mask and protective gear so she could clean herself properly. If she wasn't badly wounded, she would not bare herself and be unprepared in an unfamiliar place. But she is and she has to pay attention to it or she will die.
She kept the room dim, with only the single light by the table so she could see what she is doing, that is, if her eyes do not blur from the pain. Her leg had the deepest cut while the rest were small ones and mostly with bruises. She had al
