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The next four days were a whirlwind of chaos and urgency. The clinic became a hub of activity as we worked tirelessly to provide care and support to the injured family. I found myself fully immersed in the role of a healer, stitching wounds, administering treatments, and comforting those in pain. The scent of antiseptic filled the air, intermingled with the faint lingering smell of smoke that seemed to cling to everything.

As I moved from one patient to another, my heart ached for the pain they endured. They seemed so strong and were healing first due to the fact they were werewolves but they still gave a distressed look.

With each passing day, I grew more connected to the plight of the injured family. At times, the weight of responsibility threatened to overwhelm me. The toll of sleepless nights and constant demands took its toll, both physically and emotionally.

Finally, as the fourth day drew to a close, sense of accomplishment washed over me, mingled with exhaustion. I stood in