Kira was released from the infirmary. That skin grafting surgery was really impressive, he thought. His skin felt itchy and tight, as if too stretched over his bones. But it was a vast improvement from the mess of burns and raw patches that covered all his body when they just started working on him.
He didn't know what to do now. He would have loved to stay in the infirmary, help out maybe, but what they needed was real doctors, not people like him without any skills.
Kira felt useless, and the Society didn't need useless people. There was only one thing he could do – join the fighters.