Florence Nightingale

„What does wormwood even look like?“
„A green, leafy plant,“ scowled the battlefield nurse.
„That´s... helpful,“ temporised Ritsuka in a dry voice, looking at the lush vegetation all around him.
“Is this it?” asked Mash suddenly, lifting something green.
“Yes! Very good!”
“What do you even need it for, anyway?”
„To heal my patients at a distance,“ she explained, and began stuffing her pepperbox revolver full of the plant.
„You want to heal someone by shooting him?!“
„Why not?“
Ritsuka only hoped he wouldn´t get injured. Knowing Florence Nightingale, she would try the method.
And it would probably even work.