"I have not done any today, I have it all left."

"I'm going to make a phone call telling people to arrange for... Two channels, according to rumor? Then I can drive you there."

Honestly, she expects him to be black bagged sooner or later. Best to help as many as possible before that.

"The range is thirty feet. In a ball, if you have enough... up and down."

"We don't really have permanent structures for the hilltop operation and getting you to Saint Joseph's Mercy Hospital where something like that could go well would be logistically complicated. I'll look into it."

Nod.

She fusses with a radio antenna on the roof of her truck, then sits in it and makes some phone calls.

They can't get him into Cinci. Who knows if Tower has an alert on him out yet, and any of the secret routes... Fucking pain in the butt and not worth it. The most needy are out here anyway, even if there are more people inside.

The most obvious place, then, is the fuel plant, the tallest permanent structure aside from radio towers in Bordertown; It has enough catwalks and elevated surfaces to make a 30 foot sphere about twice as effective. But the man's a fucking asshole in her opinion, though some don't seem to share it. She tries to sell him on the idea. He's only barely heard the miracle healer rumors, thinks the whole thing is sketchy as fuck and wants nothing to do with it. Fair enough.

She remembers a dilapidated courtyard of a run down improvised residence, with a lot of second story balconies and also roof space. It's about the right size. She'll have to go in person to sell the people who live there on it. Maybe.

They could put up scaffolding and three sided cinderblock walls with improvised metal pole supports and drywall platforms to arrange patients on, but that could cause a worse disaster with shoddy, rushed construction. Maybe Blai the Healer could mold concrete into platforms the way he was building up a large structure here.

A few other more permanent buildings stand out to her; Dusty's garage, Roland's gas station- Roland is a sketchy fucker, too, for all that he plays the benevolent fixer- They would all be relatively marginal gain, maybe ten or so extra people in the effect for a fair amount of hassle.

Hmm.

"Okay, I have some options for a - stacked space. I need a few hours or a day to investigate them. I could leave you here and get you when it's ready. Or I could take you to the hilltop now so you channel near a circle of people, not a ball of people, now."

"I get two every day. Will you bring me back, in between?"

"If that's your price, I will. Or someone will."

It'll wear out her truck and the gas isn't cheap but obviously worth it to heal, what, 100+ people per day?

"I could relocate but I do not already today plan this."

"I understand. We don't have a place for you to rest in Bordertown, and you should not try to go back into Cinci, past Tower Group."

"Yes, I do not plan to go into Cinci."

"So, plan: Today, I drive you to Bordertown. We arrange two channels on the hill. Someone drives you back here. Today, I look for a place to take advantage of channels being a ball so we can help more people. Tomorrow, maybe I found a place, maybe not. So I talk to you again about what to do. Does that sound good? Is there anything like food, water, clothes, bricks, soap, that you need?"

"I have been making my own food and water and bricks. I have only these clothes. I am working on a... soap magic... it is not a god spell so it is harder for me."

"A weapon? Medicine for being awake or going to sleep or feeling less pain or fighting infections? I can get you some desert clothes. I'm trying to think of problems you would encounter that would be easy to solve with our resources. Even if you don't want to be paid, solving your problems seems like it will - echo and help more people, because of the magic, if they are easy problems for us."

"I have a gun and a this." He points at his mace. "I can sleep and wake up without medicine? Is that an often problem? Healing works on me. There is a spell for infections but it is not often each day."

"If you need to be much more awake right away because something important is happening, or you have been doing things for twenty hours and need to keep going, or have bad habits about sleeping and want it to be easier to go to sleep when you should, some people use medicine. Anyway. Drive you to Bordertown, use channels, drive back, contact again tomorrow? Sound good?"

"Yes, sound good."

"Alright, please get in the truck?"

She will explain seatbelts if necessary.

It's a thirty minute, kinda bouncy, drive. Then they're back at the dusty, loosely packed Bordertown, and walking up that one recognizable hill. It's still a mess of random tents and crates and suffering people and tired paramedics.

She orders people around, including tasking someone with tracing a 30 foot radius circle in yellow spray paint. It might be a little while.

He can wait. (It's even preferable, since the bouncing made him kind of sick to his stomach.) The paint is a good idea.

At one point in this process she hands him a bundle of clothes before walking off again; Nice desert gear in tan, sand goggles, gloves, boots, pants, and shirt.

They cram patients and a few staff in. The patients are around half too out of it to object, but the ones who aren't are wondering what the fuck is going on and getting a little bit rowdy.

"This is as good as we're gonna get right now."

He does an independent eyeball of everyone's distance, then takes hold of his holy symbol and channels.

A dozen nurses and EMTs doing their best Loud Instructions Voice keeps the chaos to a minimum. But people are definitely talking about what just happened, and repeating the story about Blai, the magic priest guy. A few are complaining about being subjected to 'experimental technology'.

Clarissa darts in and sticks right next to him after he channels, as does a very martial looking type, tall and broad with an intimidating shotgun and armor, and fends people off from bothering him directly.

"We want to wait an hour for the next, to do more triage and let the word spread. I can get you a tent to rest in, and Victor here volunteered as a guard. Want or need anything?"

"I do not think that."

To a tent, then. This one has a pile of random crates and boxes that can serve as an improvised chair.

Victor grins at him and gives him a thumbs-up, then stands guard.

Blai smiles back and settles in to create himself a chess set and wait.