I look down at the operation and table. A victim of an attempted murder lays before me. The knife just so happened to miss his heart.
"Get me the Well-Water," I told the nurses around me. One shuffles over to me and hands me the glowing blue vial that strangely smells like roses.
I dribble a couple drops of the Well-Water on the stab wound. This water works miracles. It can save someone inches from death. The water slowly drops onto the wound. Nothing happens. There is supposed to be a blue aura that surrounds the patient. But nothing happened. The most you are supposed to use is two drops.
"Why isn't this working?" I wonder out loud. I look around at disbelief. We've depended on this water for years. All medical training has gone to the trash because of it.
"This isn't supposed to happen," I mutter. I look around in disbelief. We're screwed...

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