It's a quick trip down a set of stairs that lay in parallel to a textured ramp that follows the same path, and then you're in your medical room.
[18] You strip down, and with a deep breath, your fingers tight on the blood resistant poly-linen, you bring forth your will. Pain burns through you from your side as your focus is diverted, and you hunch over as stitches push themselves out of the barely healed wounds. They are deep, and you're sure some organs must have been damaged, as evidenced by the sheer length of time it takes for you to heal yourself. Blood still drips from your bandages.
[8] Another flash of pain burns through you, as once again heal yourself. It fades much more quickly this time. You peel away the bandages, revealing your raw and red side, still coated in drying blood. The stitches they put in you fall away with the bandages, and you leave them on the bed. You rise on shaky feet, and step into the shower, feeling the burning hot water ease your cramping core muscles as they reconfigure themselves. You're a bit peckish now, but figure that can wait until you finish cleaning yourself.
You touch the fading scars that score your arm, your side. Your body bears no scar tissue that you can see. It sometimes surprises you, but you wonder how you would look if your body kept a tally of every grievous injury that you have sustained. You let the burning hot water wash over you, feeling relaxed as you watch the dried blood wash down the drain.
When you emerge, drying your long hair, you notice that one of the medical personnel has replaced your bloody uniform with a clean one, as well as disposed of the bandages for you-- Silas sits next to the door, patiently. You don't flinch or bother to cover yourself-- he is your lead doctor, now, after all. "I knew you could regrow limbs, Lady Alphira. Your biology is quite amazing. Not only are you a miracle of...science? Magic? Not only that, but you can infect others with your ability, with your mind." There isn't a smile on his face as he speaks, and he fiddles awkwardly with a folder. Despite his uncomfortable movements, his eyes remind you of a hawk, watching a mouse.
"The Plague seems to be of a similar nature, doesn't it?"