Another shift ending with the wailing of the condemned. I've 8een asked to head 8ack to my hive, out of consider8tion of my not-insignificant empathic a8ilities. My 8indings upon my ruined eyes are soaked through with tears, and all I can smell is ash. This puts me to mind of a gr8 catastrophe that occurred sweeps ago, when a Helpsman was discovered to 8e an impot8nt Imposter, and allowed for a pocket of natural gas to 8uild up within a coalmine. Rather than requesting aid, or even insinu8ting that he was incapa8le of clearing the gas himself, which would have covered his deficit of powers and perhaps even allowed him to retire from service, the Imposter fled the premises in shame, and a gr8 explosion ripped through the mine. My own 8lindness is attached, of course, to some of the events I have detailed here. Some of these tales are not mine to share, 8ut I thought inquiring minds may enjoy knowing a piece of forgotten 8eforan history. Also, I wanted to think a8out something other than the wails of the newly injured at work. Truly a horrendous situ8tion, and no one is certain what the cause of the conflagr8tion even was! There must 8e a way to ensure that our hospitals are designed more eleg8ntly for the needs of those poor souls who suffer within. #imposter #helpsmen #8eforanhistory #musings #empath #lighttriadempathy
i HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON!
are you sure that the f1re has noth1ng to do w1th the lanters you say you carry around a lot wh1le be1ng around pat1ents wear1ng flammable cloths and mater1als