ROLEPLAY

"Who would've thought...", a voice says, "that a homin could sustain such damage and still live to see another day...". I try to concentrate on the voice, to focus on its source, but I can't. The pain in my head is just too great. I try to open my eyes but I must surrender to the pain. Images of kitin hordes haunt my dreams as I slip in and out of unconsciousness.

"AMANA!", I cry as I watch my friends getting overrun by a pack of attacking kinchers. Blood, panic and death.
"There, there...just relax, you're safe now...", someone tells me. I try to open my eyes. "Phantai...", I sigh. "It's you... What happened?" She's sitting next to me on my bed, holding my hand. I can barely see her for all the sweat and tears. The illusion quickly shatters as I force my eyes open with great effort only to see a nurse in her place as the image sharpens. "Phantai..."
The nurse wipes my forehead with a piece of cloth and brings me a bowl of steaming hot soup. "You need energy", she says. "You're lucky you're alive".

"My friends?", I ask, still in a daze and in great pain. I lift myself up in my bed and lift the bowl of soup carefully from the nightstand. "Some have been here to see you while you slept...", she says, letting it linger and looking to the floor, obviously searching for words. "Others, well... others have fled to find safer lands, and...", she explains, clearly distressed. "And?". "Some never made it.".
I exhale. "Who?"