The volunteers are still doing their best to take care of any who come to them sick or injured. Their makeshift hospital has moved now to the Crossroads Cafe, where Katsuya can lend them the second floor and there's a warm space for their patients to rest before being moved out to the public bunker.

Aside from that, the only difference is that the supplies grow ever fewer, and the volunteer healers of every stripe grow more and more weary. Even the Angel Nike flutters more slowly between the rooms, her demeanor more subdued and her voice more emotionless as she conserves energy for her spells. As the Winter draws on, the threat of injury has been overtaken by sickness; it takes more and more magic to stop pneumonia and worse contagions from spreading through the crowded shelters.

Nevertheless, the ward is still open to any who need it.