Treats stab wound

It was too thick with shadow to see easily around the side of the building, but in a flash of lightning I saw Luccio make another lunge- her technique gorgeous, back leg stretched forward, spine straight, the sword extended and taking the full weight of her body behind its vicious tip. Luccio knew what she was doing. She dipped the tip of her blade under Corpsetaker's tulwar, and the point sank into the necromancer just under the floating ribs. Corpsetaker's mad smile never faltered.
The lightning died away and I heard a short, gasping cry.
I took my mother's pentacle in hand and lifted it, willing light from it. Silver-blue light filled the little space between buildings. I saw Luccio plant her feet, twist the blade viciously, and whip it back out again.
Corpsetaker fell to her knees. She stared down at her chest and then pressed her hands tightly to the wound. She looked up again, staring at Luccio and then at me. Her eyes clouded over with confusion, and she slowly toppled to her side on the grass.

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Ramirez stood twenty feet away, his pistol smoking in his hand. The other arm was supporting the weight of the girl I had known as the Corpsetaker. The girl's face was as pale as death, and she could not possibly have been standing on her own, but though her features were exactly the same as when Corpsetaker had been in the body, she did not look like the same person. Her eyes were narrowed and hard, and her expression was filled with a stern, almost regal confidence.
"You heard me," the girl snapped. "Stand down!"
"Who are you?" Morgan asked.
"Morgan," Ramirez said. "Dresden was telling the truth. This is Captain Luccio."
"No," Morgan said, shaking his head, but his voice lacked his usual absolute conviction. "No, it's a lie."
"It's no lie," Ramirez said. "I soulgazed her. It's the captain."
Morgan's lips worked soundlessly, but he didn't release the strike he held ready in his hand.
"Morgan," the girl said, quietly this time. "It's all right. Stand down."
"You aren't the captain," Morgan mumbled. "You can't be. It's a trick."
The girl, Luccio, abruptly put on a lopsided smile. "Donald," she said. "Dear idiot. I'm the one who trained you. I am fairly certain that you do not know as much as I do about who I am." Luccio lifted her arm and showed Morgan the silver rapier she'd carried before. She took it in her hand and whipped it in a circle, eliciting a steady, humming power, as I'd felt before. "There. Could another so employ my own blade?"
Morgan stared at her for a moment. Then his hand dropped, suddenly limp, the power he'd held draining away.
My heart started beating again, and I leaned heavily against Sue's flank.
Ramirez holstered his gun and helped the new Luccio over to Morgan's side, then lowered her gently to the ground beside him.
"You're hurt," Morgan said. His own face had gone white with pain. "How bad is it?"
Luccio tried a small smile. "I'm afraid I aimed too well. The wound has done for me. It may take some time, that's all."
"My God," Morgan said. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I saw Dresden shoot you and... while you were bleeding. Needed help."

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Ramirez made it out of that evening alive. He had four broken ribs and two dislocated shoulders, but he came through. With Butters's help, I was able to get him, Luccio, and Morgan back to my place. At some point in the evening, Butters had taken off his drum and let Morgan take over the drumming duties while he tried to help Luccio, and as a result her wound hadn't been quite as fatal as she had thought it would be.
They were far too badly hurt to stay at my place, though, and Senior Council member "Injun Joe" Listens-to-Wind himself showed up with half a dozen more stay-at-home wizards who knew something about medicine and healing to move them to a more secure location.

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