Wapun Meadow get a medic for the general

Maegi was fed up with this game. Either speak the truth or leave. While she lay here bleeding, in desperate need of positive attention, this woman had taken it upon herself to toy with her as a cat bats around a mouse, keeping it alive for as long as earthly possible before delivering the final blow. This wasn't how she wanted to die. This. . .

She hadn't thought much about death, until the war had happened. Not her own death, anyway. The closest she'd come was at the mercy of Nikan, and she'd been spared, then. But she wanted a quick death, a noble death. Like Miraak's had been. Not this, this slow torture. Even dying alone would be preferable.

"Just leave me to die," Maegi said quietly, letting her head fall to the ground and closing her eyes. Sleep began to roll over her again like a storm cloud, terrifying and beautiful all at once. "Molag Bal can have me. Just leave me to die."

Once the woman was out of sight, she could drag herself away.