Lyra went to the nurse's wing, holding her blue violin. She nervously walked in, shyly waiting for a woman called Hannah. Before she could speak, Lyra was hugged so tightly, it was hard to breath.

The hugger pulled back, beaming. It was a plump old woman with brown hair streaked with gray, tucked in a bun. She smiled warmly, her bright blue eyes twinkling. She wore long, white robes. A nurse.

"You must be Lyra Grey. I'm Hannah." The woman called Hannah smiled again. Lyra nodded a greeting. "Yes. That's me. So this is the nurse's wing?" Hannah nodded vigorously. "Yup! All the music healers are here, and me, the normal folk." She winked, and Lyra half-smiled.

The Nurse's Wing had nine beds on each side, and it clearly didn't have much room. Two children were sharing a bed, huddling next to each other. Hannah patted Lyra's cheek. "It's not a good sight, but you'll get used to it dear. Come on, I'll show you how to help the other nurses."

Lyra felt Hannah's warm touch, feeling a little happy. She felt as if she were cared for. Lyra put on a serious face. They were headed towards a young boy, who had a broken leg. He seemed the least injured, and it reminded Lyra of James, the boy she healed.

The boy looked fine, Hannah must of thought Lyra was new to healing. Distracted, Lyra turned, hearing cries of pain in the corner. Nurses were bundled around the man.

Lyra gravitated towards the sound, ignoring the others in the hospital. She felt the need to help this person. Lyra kept going, feeling as if she were in a trance as she looked over the nurse's heads.

A large man, nearly too large for the bed. He had muscles rippling across his body, and he looked very strong. His hair was a dark brown, and his eyes were mismatched. One was green, the other brown. The man yelled in pain. He had been in battle.

Cuts and gashes laid across his bare chest, and ankle was bent in a sickening way. The gash across his stomach was deep. Too deep. Lyra noticed the nurses were slowing as the man's breath became labored.

Lyra's hand clenched tighter around her violin. She didn't move as she watched, until she felt a tug on her arm. Lyra blinked, and looked down at Hannah. Hannah shook her head, her eyes sad. "Leave him, Lyra dear. He's a lost cause. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do."

Lyra noticed tears started to stream down Hannah's cheeks. "I already tried." Hannah said, her words slurred. "I don't want to give him more pain." Lyra didn't understand. "Why not?" "I want him to see I'm busy, so he won't be afraid." Hannah ducked her head, wiping her eyes with a handkercheif

Lyra turned back, watching the man as he gasped, his eyes begging for life. She watched with an intensity, and felt an anger grow. The man's face reminded Lyra of Barley, and she shook her head. No. She wouldn't let it happen again.

Lyra wiggled her arm out of Hannah's grasp. "Then why give him the illusion of living? It's cruel. Let me heal him." Hannah firmly shook her head. "No, stay back."

Lyra pushed through the crowd of nurses, ignoring Hannah's pleas. The nurses stayed back, watching Lyra with her violin. The man groaned in pain, and Lyra sat next to him on his bed, making the springs creak.

Lyra slowly put her bow to the strings. The man yelled, struggling as he writhed in pain. She began playing an upbeat tune, Lyra's hand flying from the first octave, to the second, and then back again. She bobbed her head a bit as her bow slashed against the strings.

The man had stopped as the gash started to heal, and watched her. Lyra didn't pause as she continued to play. The gash healed, not fully, but enough for it to not be fatal. The man's head slumped against his pillow when she was done, and he took huge breaths.

Lyra looked up, and saw the nurses were all staring at her. She stood, her cheeks burning slightly as she walked through them. The states followed her when she finally went back to Hannah, who was staring at her dumbfounded.

"All done!" Lyra said, trying to be upbeat as the nurses swarmed back around the man. Hannah suddenly hugged Lyra tightly, squeezing her. "You just saved my nephew, beautiful child." Hannah wiped away her tears, and ran to the man, taking his face into her hands. The man chuckled, and hugged his aunt.

Lyra smiled a bit, walking away. She had helped a bit in the world.