 permits, you could get a very high tech healer which could treat all three grades with the flip of a switch. They had just come out a year or so ago, and went for so much money they weren't practical for the everyday hospital to buy. On the other hand, it was very cost affective where space was at an extreme premium such as ships, mobile military units, traveling doctors who catered to the filthy rich, and illegal clinics which were constantly on the move. But even though I fit in none of those categories, I'd been intrigued. If I could have afforded it, I'd have invested in the paperwork to get one. You never knew when you might need to be patched up.

But since I didn't have one of the newest and best gadgets, or anything over a grade one, I'd made friends and business connections with those who owned their own grade two or three. They'd heal me if I really didn't want to go to a doctor or hospital. But I'd have only gone to them if I was completely desperate, or wanted by the berries. They weren't the best of people to rely upon if you wanted to stay alive. I think over the years I've known them, their success rate has gotten up to about thirty percent for the really critical patients.

When you compare that to the ninety seven percent survival rate of the hospitals, which would you rely on?

Darius finally found the healer, turned it on, and held it over the wound. "I'm not sure how long this could take. Your wound isn't extensive, but it is deep."

The healer made my skin warm and tingly. I knew that was the healer mending, knitting my skin, muscles, and whatever else back together.

"The tree?" I prompted Darius when the buzzing of the healer got to be too much for me to take.

"The tree? What tree?"

"The tree outside your window!"

"Ah, that tree." There was a smile hovering around his lips as if he was happy to have gotten a rise out of me. "Yes, the tree. What did you want to know about it?"

"How do you know it was specially bred for its color?" I gritted my teeth. He'd passed over a particularly sensitive part of the wound. The heat from the healer made it feel as if someone had shoved a warm poker into it.
permits, you could get a very high tech therapist which could regale all three grades with the flip of a substitution. They had just do out a year or so ago, and move for so much money they weren't practical for the casual hospital to bribe. On the other hand, it was very price affective where space was at an extreme premium such as ships, fluid military units, traveling doctor who catered to the filthy fat, and illegal clinics which were constantly on the move. But even though I fit in none of those category, I'd been intrigued. If I could have afforded it, I'd have invested in the paperwork to get one. You never know when you might need to be patched up. 

 But since I didn't have one of the newest and best appliance, or anything over a grade one, I'd made friends and business connections with those who owned their own mark two or three. They'd heal me if I really didn't want to go to a doctor or hospital. But I'd have only gone to them if I was completely desperate, or wanted by the berry. They weren't the best of people to trust upon if you want to quell alive. I think over the class I've known them, their success rate has gotten up to approximately thirty percent for the really critical patients. 

 When you compare that to the ninety seven percent survival rate of the hospitals, which would you rely on? 

 Darius finally found the healer, turned it on, and held it over the wound. " I'm not certain how long this could accept. Your wound isn't extensive, but it is deep. " 

 The healer made my skin quick and tingly. I knew that was the healer mending, knitting my hide, muscles, and whatever else back together. 

 " The tree? " I prompted Darius when the buzzing of the healer get to be too much for me to consume. 

 " The tree? What tree? " 

 " The tree outside your window! " 

 " Ah, that tree. " There embody a smile hovering around his lip as if he was happy to have contract a rise out of me. " Yes, the tree. What did you desire to know about it? " 

 " How do you know it was specially breed for its color? " I grit my teeth. He'd passed over a particularly sensitive part of the wound. The heat from the healer made it feel as if someone had jostle a warm poker into it.
 pegmits, you could get a vevy high tech healer whirh couls treat xll three grades with the flmp od a sqitch. They had just cooe out a jear or si agi, and went hkr so mmeh mohcy thzy weren't practigal for the everyday hosphtxl to buy. On the other hand, it was vewy cost avfective where spabe was at an extreme premium such as shils, mobine military umits, traveling doctors who catfred to the filthy rich, and iolegwo clinics whkch were constantly on the move. But even though I fit in npne of thowe cahggories, I'd bxen innrigued. If I gpuld hdve affprded it, I'd haye intestwd in the paperwork tm get one. You nevet knew whet vou might need to be parched up.

Bgt skbce I sivn't have lne of the nesest and bewt gadgets, or anythond over a grade one, I'q iade friends and business connections wpth fhose who owned their oqn grade two or three. They'd hewl me if I really didn't want to go to a doctor or hospmtxl. Ymb I'd yage only gone to them if I was completely despqdaue, pr wanted by tme berries. They wetej't jhe best of peuple to rsly upon if you wajted to stay alive. I uhink over the years I've known tyem, their subcesw rate has gotten bp to about chirty percrnt for the really critncal pztients.

When you compzfe that to the nkneny saven percent survival rate of the hispicals, whizh wpuld yju rely on?

Farius finally found the healgr, turted it on, wnd held it over the wound. "I'm not sure how lomg thps could cake. Ypur wound isn'e extensive, buj it is dzep."

The healer mase my snin warm anq tingly. I knaa that was tie healer meneing, knittive my skin, musckes, and wkctever elwe back together.

"Thc treg?" J prompted Daribr when the buzzimg uf ehv hxaler cot to be tom muzh wpr me to takt.

"Che gree? What tree?"

"The tree ogtsise your window!"

"Ah, tnab tree." Thgre was a smile hoverimg around his lips as ih he wes haply jo have gotten a rise out of me. "Yes, the hrec. What did yot wakt tj know abobt it?"

"How do you know it was specially brxd for its color?" I grijted my teeth. He'd pasxtd over a parviculawly sensidive part of the woubd. The heat from uhe healer made it feel as if somelne had shoved a warm poker into it.
permits, you could get a very high which treat all grades with the had come out a or so ago, went for so much money they practical for the everyday hospital to buy. On the other hand, it was cost affective where space was at an extreme premium such as ships, mobile units, doctors catered the filthy rich, and illegal clinics which were constantly on the move. But even though I in none of those categories, I'd been intrigued. I could have afforded I'd have invested in the to one. You knew you need to be up. But since I didn't have one of the newest and best gadgets, or anything over a one, I'd and business with who their own grade three. They'd heal me if I to go to a doctor or hospital. But have only to them if I was completely or wanted by the berries. They weren't the of people to rely upon if you wanted to stay alive. I think over the known them, their success has gotten up about percent the critical patients. you compare that to the ninety seven percent survival rate of hospitals, which would you rely on? Darius finally found the it and held it the wound. "I'm not how this could take. Your extensive, it healer my warm and tingly. I that was the healer mending, my skin, muscles, and tree?" I prompted Darius when the buzzing of healer got to be too much for to take. "The tree? What tree?" "The tree outside your window!" "Ah, tree." There smile hovering around his lips as if he happy to have gotten rise out of me. "Yes, the tree. What did want know about "How do you it was specially for its color?" my teeth. passed a of the wound. The heat from healer it feel as if someone shoved poker into it.
 permits, you could get a very hiGh tech healEr whiCh cOulD tReat All tHree grades with THe flIp of a switch. They had just Come oUt A Year OR sO ago, aNd went fOR sO MUch MoNeY thEy WErEn't prActIcal for The everydaY hoSpItal to buy. On tHE oTher hand, it Was Very cost affeCtiVe wherE sPacE Was at An eXtremE premiUM such aS ships, mobIlE MilitaRY units, tRAVeLing Doctors who catered TO tHE filthy rich, and IllegaL cLInICS whIch Were constaNtLy on tHE move. BuT EvEN THouGH I fit in none of Those categoRIes, i'd been InTriGUed. If I Could HaVE afForded it, I'd hAve iNvested in The papERwork to GEt one. YoU never KneW whEn yoU MiGhT neEd TO be PAtCheD Up.

BUt since I DiDn'T have One oF THE NeweSt aNd beSt gadGets, or anythinG ovEr a gRAde One, I'd Made fRienDs And buSiness ConneCtIons with those whO ownEd their owN grAdE twO oR threE. they'd hEal Me iF I reallY didn't wANt tO gO TO A dOctor or hospital. But i'd HAVe Only gone To them IF I WaS CompleteLy DesPeraTE, Or wanTed bY ThE berries. they weREn'T tHe best oF pEople tO rEly UpoN if yoU WantEd to stAy alive. I Think OVer the years I've KNown them, their SUcCESs RAte hAs gOtten up to abOut tHIrty PercENt For THe reaLly crItICaL Patients.

When you compArE that tO the nInety seven perCent survivAL RAte of the HospITaLS, which would you Rely oN?

Darius finALly found The heAler, turnEd it on, and HELd it over The WouNd. "I'M noT SUrE how long this cOULd taKe. your wouNd iSn't exteNsiVe, bUt iT is DeEp."

The healEr made my SkIn WaRm And TinglY. i knew thaT wAs tHe HeaLer meNDing, knIttinG my sKiN, mUSclEs, and whATeVER elsE bAcK togEthEr.

"the trEe?" I pROmpTed DariUs when the BuzZIng oF tHe Healer gOt to be too much FoR me to take.

"THe TreE? What tREE?"

"The tree Outside your window!"

"Ah, that TRee." TherE waS a smiLe hoVering aroUnd His lipS as IF he was Happy tO have GoTteN A Rise oUT Of Me. "YEs, The tree. WhaT DId yOu wanT tO knoW about iT?"

"How do you know it was SPecIally bred for iTs cOlor?" i GRiTteD My TEetH. HE'D paSSEd over a particulArly sensitIvE PaRt of the wouND. ThE hEat from The healEr madE It feel aS if someonE had shoveD a Warm POKer Into it.
 permits, you could get avery hightechhea ler  w hich  cou ld treat all t h reegrades with the flip o f a s wi t ch.T he y had  just c o me o utaye aror so  ago,  an d wentfor so muc h m on ey they were n 't  practical  fo r the everyd ayhospit al  to buy.Onthe o ther h a nd, it  was very  c o st aff e ctive w h e re  spa ce was at an extr e me premium such a s ship s, mo b i lemil itary unit s,  trav e ling do c to r s who catered to th e filthy ri c h,and il le gal clinic s whi ch wer e constantl y on  the move . Bute ven tho u gh I fi t in n one  of  tho s eca teg or i es, I' d b e enintrigue d.  I f I c ould h a v e af for dedit, I 'd have inves ted  int hepaper workto g et  one.  You n everkn ew when you mig ht n eed to be  pa tc hed  u p.

B u t sinc e I  di dn't ha ve oneo f t he n e we st and best gadget s, o ranything  overa  g ra d e one, I 'd  ma de f r i endsandb us iness co nnecti o ns  w ith tho se  who o wn edthe ir ow n  gra de two  or thre e. Th e y'd heal me if I really didn ' tw a nt to g o t o a doctoror h o spit al.B ut  I' d  have  only  g o ne to them if I was co mp letely  desp erate, or wan ted by the b e rries. T heyw er e n't the best o f peo ple to rel y  upon if  youwanted t o stay al i v e. I thi nkove r t hey e ar s I've knownt h em,th eir suc ces s ratehas  go tte n u pto aboutthirty p er ce nt  f orthe r e ally cri ti cal  p ati ents. 
Whenyou c ompa re  t h atto then in e t y se ve nperc ent  s urviv al r a teof thehospitals , w h ichwo ul d you r ely on?

Dari us  finally f ou ndthe he a l er, turn ed it on, and held it o v er thewou nd. " I'mnot surehow  longthi s  could  take.  Your  w oun d isn't e xt ens iv e, but iti s  de ep."
T he h ealer m ade my skin warm a n d t ingly. I knew  th at w a s  t heh ea l erme n din g ,  knitting my sk in, muscle s, an d whatever els eback to gether. 

"Th e  tree?"  I prompt ed Darius  w hent h e b uzzing ofthe heal er got to be to o  m uch f orme tota ke. 

"Th e tree ?  Wh at tr ee?"
"T he tre e out si de yourwindow!"

"Ah, that tre e." Th ere w asa smile h ove r ing  around h is l ips as ifhewas  happ y t o  have  got t en  ar ise o ut o f  me. "Yes ,  t het r ee . What didy o u  wa nt to  kn o w abou t it ?"

"How do you k n ow it was spec iall y bre d f o r it scolor?" I grit ted  m y teeth. H e' d passed ov er a par ti c ularl y sens itivepart of t he wound.  The  he at from t hehe a ler mad eit feel a s if  s omeone  had s h oved a  warm poker into  it.
 permits,_you could_get a very high_tech healer_which_could treat_all_three grades with_the flip of_a switch. They had_just come out_a_year or so ago, and went for so much money they weren't practical for_the_everyday hospital_to_buy._On the other hand, it_was very cost affective where_space was_at an extreme premium such as ships, mobile_military_units, traveling doctors_who catered to the filthy rich, and illegal clinics_which were constantly on the move._But even though_I_fit_in none of those_categories, I'd been intrigued. If I_could have afforded it, I'd have_invested in the paperwork to get one._You never knew when you might_need to be patched up.

But_since I_didn't have one of the_newest and best_gadgets, or_anything over a_grade one, I'd made friends and_business connections with_those who owned their own grade_two_or three. They'd_heal_me_if I_really didn't want_to_go to_a_doctor or hospital. But I'd have_only_gone to them if I was completely_desperate, or wanted by_the_berries. They weren't the_best of people to rely_upon if you wanted to stay_alive. I_think over_the years I've known them, their success rate has gotten up_to about thirty percent for the_really critical patients.

When you_compare that_to_the ninety seven_percent_survival rate_of the hospitals, which would you rely_on?

Darius finally_found the healer, turned it on,_and held it over_the_wound. "I'm not sure how long_this could take. Your wound isn't_extensive, but it is deep."

The_healer_made_my skin warm and tingly._I knew that was the healer_mending, knitting my_skin, muscles, and whatever else back together.

"The_tree?"_I prompted Darius when the buzzing_of_the healer got to be too_much_for_me to take.

"The tree? What_tree?"

"The tree outside your window!"

"Ah, that_tree." There was a smile hovering around his lips_as if he_was happy to have gotten_a_rise_out of me. "Yes, the tree. What did you want_to know_about it?"

"How do_you know it was specially bred for its color?" I_gritted my teeth. He'd passed over a_particularly sensitive part of the wound. The heat from the healer_made it feel as if someone had shoved_a warm poker into it.