'Dr Rahal' Just hearing that made him wince slightly. Healer was the more correct term, but he could get used to being call doctor. Then the alarm flashed, and Rahal was moving before Ira could even finish his sentence. Work. This was work in a hospital. Long slow times, followed but moments of quick paced action.
"Already?" Rahal said over his shoulder and moved to majors with all haste. Maybe he should just hang out in there for the time being. It'd certainly be faster. "Next time, let's just wait in the body of the hospital." He suggested as he raced to majors easily.
He was directed to pathology, and the healer quickly took stock of the situation at hand. A young woman unconscious on the table, needing surgery. He moved to stabilize her quickly. She had some sort of puncture wound, and Rahal winced darkly at the mess it caused.
He'd heal what he could, but when it came to internal organs, he didn't want to take a big chance, and would be asking the others to double check his work. Still, the mage placed a hand over the wound, his magic coming gathering in his hand as he concentrated, shutting out the others entirely It would take work, but Rahal had healed bad wounds before.
He worked on a molecular level in his magic, and could tell you all about how things were put together on that level. But now he pulled back, encouraging growth with his magic, growth of cells and of skin. As he poured his magic into the young woman, he concentrated. She'd need vitamins when he was done, and a good hearty meal after all this, but he would provide the energy, and accelerated the growth rapidly. Though he oddly left a small incision, it would not bleed, the blood being coaxed to not go there, rather to go around.
Healing was a transfer, and it took the energy out of Rahal directly. He'd need to eat too, though anything would do for him, so long as it was heavy in calories. He concentrated on blood vessels, now that there would be skin to protect them, knitting back together, growing where there were none, and the blood flow establishing itself correctly once more. Layer by layer he worked, rebuilding the damaged muscle, and working to ensure each individual muscle fiber was healthy and whole.
It wasn't easy, and the damage was pretty bad, but Rahal would manage. He had stopped the hemorrhaging. Rahal drew the blood out of the incision he had left earlier, using his free hand to draw it out by pinching his fingers together and pulling back, as if pulling string through a hole. He repeated this several times. The internal organs would have been gently healed as well, and the mage cleaned any spillage of fluids out, drawing it out through the incision as he drew the blood out and holding the biological fluids in the air, uncertain where to dispose of them. Once finished, he used the hand he had to pinch the fluids out of her to create them into a neater more compact ball and then proceeded in concentrated on the incision he had left behind. Careful he rebuilt the blood vessels, then the skin as he had before, cells by cell multiplying rapidly under his direction.
The new skin would be baby soft, and paler than the surrounding skin. It would be hairless, but the fine hairs that covered the human body would grow in later. And it would be raw to the touch, too sensitive for about a week. Rahal stepped back, glad his patient had been unconscious the entire time. He stumbled back slightly and was a touch paler. "She'll need a transfusion still, and lots of vitamins." He directed, hoping he hadn't silenced the room in his work. He was a powerful mage, and a well trained certified healer. But he knew it was odd to watch, and frightened some.