Apothecary Last and Lost Hopes

"A stray bullet."
"I shouln't have tried to play the hero. I should've let the police do their job."
"Self blame as well as - this. I can refer you to a more skilled healer for - 'help' - with that. I can only treat the physical ailments." 
She shakes her head, winces at the movement. "You're going to learn soon enough that I don't accept that kind of 'help'." Bitterness in her voice. "That's what I told the last apothecary."
Firm hands tilt her chin to the light. "Then I will not force the issue. And this pain interferes with the day-to-day?"
"I make do."
A knowing but respectful nod is offered and taken. The deft firm hands press the skin surrounding the pit marks. Threads of yellow run away from the main impact site, faux veins that trail to merge with the red. Keloid veins that bulge, a crawling substance persisting inside. 
"They used those bullets for incapacitation. Before the laws changed. Large impact wound dispersing a joint-locking gloop. Genius really - and pretty effective." A shrug. " Didn't quite get the antidote in time. I wouldn't mind the scars, it's the occasional paralysis that's the problem. Please, you must have some non-magical healing stuff?

Associated events: Storming of the Debris Sector