Helena was out of breath by the time she reached the cabin she'd been told. When the other healers hadn't responded to the journal entry, Helena had taken it upon herself to do the healing. She'd trained and studied a little at home and shed interned for the past year here. She was more then ready and prepared. It wouldn't be her first bone healing, just her first unsupervised.
Helena knocked at the door, waiting for an answer before entering. She gingerly stepped over the bloody towels on the floor, trying not to look at them. Blood didn't bother her, but it was still gross. "Can you sit up? If too much blood goes down your throat into your stomach, you can become ill." And that was really the last thing they needed.