"The Healer"

 "The Healer"

(A Chatgpt experiment)

by 

Virgilio F. De Leon Jr., MD

The clang of sword on shield jolted him awake just as a soldier’s severed head rolled to a stop inches from his feet.

The last thing he remembered was the blinding headlights of a truck smashing into him outside the hospital, just as he was unlocking his car after a grueling 72-hour shift.

Now he was... here.

Where was here?

His senses overloaded: the iron tang of blood, the screams, the clash of steel. Figures in red and green armor fought savagely around him. For a moment, it looked almost festive—like a twisted, violent Christmas.

Then a voice barked above the chaos:

"Healer! Do something!"

Healer?

He looked down. White robes, now streaked with blood. Small red crosses stitched along the cuffs. These weren’t hospital scrubs.

Cleric robes.

This had to be some sort of hallucination. Or one of those full-immersion VR nightmares. It felt too real.

The voice came again—urgent, desperate.

"Healer, we’re falling! Do something!"

He hadn’t slept in three days. He was in no mood to take orders from some medieval cosplayer.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" he snapped.

"Heal!"

Heal? He scanned the battlefield. Most were already dead. The ones still standing looked like they’d be joining the dead soon enough. What was the point?

Then another voice, steadier this time:

"The King placed his faith in you, Healer. Without you, the plan fails."

That’s when he noticed the stench.

Not just blood and sweat—rot.

He’d seen trauma. He’d seen death. But he’d never seen walking corpses. Not until now. They staggered across the battlefield, hacking, biting, overwhelming the living with sheer numbers.

The soldiers around him weren’t protecting the lines.

They were protecting him.

Expecting him to act.

He stumbled back, and suddenly—ding!—a screen popped open in front of his eyes.

A freaking RPG menu.

Name: Delion

Class: Healer (Level 20)

Stats:

STR: 2

DEX: 2

VIT: 25

AGI: 25

INT: 50

Mana: 100

Skills:

Heal (Lv. 3)

Mass Heal (Lv. 2)

Cure (Lv. 3)

Mass Cure (Lv. 1)

Revive (Lv. 3)

Mass Revive (Lv. 1)

Blessing (Lv. 3)

Mass Blessing (Lv. 1)

Dodge (Lv. 2)

Unholy Resist

Poison Resist

Ailment Resist

"The hell...?" he muttered. "Who the hell dumped everything into INT?"

"Healer!" came the cry again. "Now!"

Right. Mass Heal. Worth a shot.

He didn’t know how he knew the chant, nor where the gestures came from. They just... happened. His hands moved in a rhythm that felt carved into muscle memory.

Five seconds.

A glowing seal expanded beneath him, radiating outward in a brilliant wave of light.

As the seal reached wounded soldiers, it knit flesh back together, mended broken bones, and reignited the spark of life in their eyes.

But more than that—it burned the undead.

Where the light touched them, they shriveled. Collapsed. Some roared and lunged, only to be cleaved apart by rejuvenated warriors now fighting like men reborn.

Minutes passed. Then silence.

And as the first rays of dawn broke over the blood-soaked square, the undead were gone. Only the wounded and the victorious remained.

A roar of triumph echoed across the battlefield.

He stood frozen, chest heaving. Then someone reached for him—too fast.

He moved without thinking.

One blink and he was behind them, effortlessly dodging like a man half his age.

The figure turned—revealing not a man, but a striking woman. She removed her helm, revealing windswept hair and a sharp, noble face. Her red armor shimmered, trimmed with silver, marking her rank.

"Forgive me, Healer," she said, bowing her head slightly. "I was told you dislike being touched. I merely wanted to thank you."

"I consider payment thanks enough," he muttered.

But something was off. His voice—gravelly, aged.

He caught his reflection in the polished surface of her breastplate. Wrinkled skin. White hair. Aged hands that had just cast a spell with the speed and fluidity of youth.

This didn’t make sense.

How could he move like that?

How was he here?

Who... was he now?

And what the hell was coming next?