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Post by Misty on Jul 23, 2016 9:59:41 GMT -7
Misty smiled to herself under her hood when the itching commenced. The one part of her healing that she wished that she could change.The utterly unbearable itching. The man grasped weakly at her.
“Save your strength.” She told him.
Misty filled his airways to the point where they would be able to handle themselves and stand on their own for a while longer before she tended them again.
“Azoth, can you materialize food?” She asked, as she moved her attention to his damaged organs. If he was going to stay awake through this, and she needed him to, he was going to have to eat.
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Post by Azoth on Jul 23, 2016 12:58:55 GMT -7
The shard she’d taken… dissolved. Into light, suggesting his mask was perhaps made of light? Held together by his power? She knew very little about Sanduleak’s ability, besides he seemed to create solid objects out of something. The same stuff that his mask had become, perhaps. She regretted not reacting quickly enough to the dispersion of the shard. Sanduleak’s powers intrigued her - more so than most abilities. She greatly wished to know more about how it worked.
She was contemplating taking another piece, this time directly with her power, when the healer spoke.
In her raised hand, two brand-name protien bars formed, the sort that look like hardened chocolate shakes covered in frosting. They looked exactly as one would find them at the grocery store, weird overly-printed wrapping and all.
“These will have to do, but I can make more if more are necessary.” Azoth said, handing the two bars to the healer.
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Post by Sanduleak on Jul 23, 2016 13:25:42 GMT -7
Sanduleak took a few deep breaths, thankful for being able to calm slightly and let go of the healer legs. God this was killing him partially.
"What are my survival odds...outta curiousity...also how many favors am I gon-ow-na owe ya for this Az? and uh ya too person?"
Who was healing him? Not pandemonium at the very least, he didn't actually know any supers who could heal like this, plus her bedside manner was alright. Probably a bulwark, focus on this instead of the itch. She was going to have him do repairs if she was anything like the rest, which wouldn't be that hard but fuck did he just wanna lay down and-scratch his insides.
"Can someone like step or on my arm before it shoots to my chest, I don't think I can move other at least..."
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Post by Misty on Jul 25, 2016 15:09:19 GMT -7
“You may have to Azoth. Feed him. As many as you possibly can. I need him to stay awake. And you,” Misty said, redirecting her stream of words towards her patient. “Eat as much as you can.”
Slowly, the soup that was his insides began to shift back into place, first the blood vessels knitting, then the brown fat and tendons that held his organs in place. And then his battered organs were pulled back into their proper places, damaged though they were. She shifted her fingers from his face.
“Azoth, help me try to sit him up please.”
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Post by Azoth on Jul 29, 2016 0:49:33 GMT -7
Set him up? Azoth wasn’t exactly the strongest person out there, and while Sanduleak did appear to be fairly bean-like, she did not like the prospect. But, slipping her hands under his shoulders, she attempted to lift him off the ground, putting the strain on her inexperienced back and arms.
“None.” She grunted. Under him, a wedge of light plastic formed, rising up as she got him to rise up. Once the given job was completed, she dropped back onto her knees, glad for the task’s finish.
“I am helping you in fulfilling another favor.” She said, casting a glance at the healer.
Two more energy bars formed in her hand. Peeling off the wrappers, she handed them to Sanduleak. “Eat them.” She commanded simply. “Sanduleak, your odds of survival are irrelevant because I still need you. I intend to have you aid me with an information search in the upcoming days.
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Post by Sanduleak on Aug 16, 2016 22:51:20 GMT -7
Sanduleak stared at the pair, quickly munching down the less than tantalizing bars as a way to distract himself from that god awful itch irritating his insides. It was both a relief and annoyance as he was raised up, the plastic at least more comfortable than the rock hard ground. At Azoth's answer he couldn't resist a slightly humorless chuckle that quickly devolved into a cough, that thankfully wasn't bloody thanks to the healer.
"Glad I can at least be of use to someone, let me wait until I don't feel like scratching out my insides before we work together alright?"
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Post by Misty on Aug 27, 2016 10:25:07 GMT -7
Misty chuckled at the injured man's remark. She bent to her task. The food that Azoth was giving, measly though it was, was doing its part in her process. She left nothing, every tiny bit of nutrient was wrung from it as she pulled away all the material that she could to aid in the healing. This man would feel like he had never even eaten, the feeling would continue until she had mended his body as much as she dared.
“Thank you for helping, Azoth.” She murmured to the girl as almost a bit of an afterthought.
“This is going to feel strange. Don't try to move anything put your mouth and your right arm.” And with the Misty ‘cut’ his nerves.
He wouldn’t be able to feel the itching or the terrible pain that the next step in the process involved. From under her cloak appeared a strangely shaped pair of scissors. Misty proceeded to use them to cut the tatters of his costume away from his chest and off of his left leg. There was only so much she could do without taking some action. She slide an arm under his back and laid one hand on the side of his pectoral muscle and pushed. There was a terrible crunching noise. She placed her hand on the opposite side of his chest. Then she slide her hand out and pushed up at his chest. The he began to push larger pieces of broken rib back into place with her fingers. The crunching, wet popping noises would have been enough to make one that wasn’t used to them vomit.
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