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"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.
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“If you’ll come with me please, doctor,” she said, in a voice as neutral as it was professional, before turning on her heel and heading towards the sister’s office. Her tone broached no arguments; if Rahal did not follow her as she had instructed, there would clearly be some dire consequence.
Once she had spoken, her team seemed to spring back to life, returning to check on their patient with a fervour that would normally be associated with cardiac arrest, rather than unexpected magical healing by a member of staff. They were quiet, though; sharp commands diminished to glances, gestures and whispers.
It was an unsettling situation, which was the first thing Ira noted upon arrival. He had moved quickly upon being paged to majors, but apparently not fast enough; he arrived in time to see the sister stalking away with a look on her face that shone like a lighthouse; warning. He stepped forwards despite the apparent danger, breaking the strange tension that was present in the room by asking for a handover on the current patient.
Apparently as a direct result, the volume in the room suddenly picked back up; the young doctor chattering rapidly through what had already been done so far and what had been handed over from the ambulance staff. When he came to the point of Rahal’s arrival, there were more furtive glances between staff members, glances towards the office door. Ira frowned.
Clearly, something had happened, and although the people he was gathering information from were being professional and reserved, he had an idea what had gone on. He sighed, putting it from his mind.
“Right, I’m still going to need those ABG’s, but I’m going to hazard a guess and say we need a new set now. We need accurate BP as of five minutes ago, we need that blood, and most importantly we need to know what the hell has been done; somebody get me a magically aware nurse in here.” He swept his eyes across the gathered team, finally locking onto DAVID as a mature, controlled looking figure.
“Doctor; can you please assist me here?” The man looked to be involved, even if he was keeping his distance, and at the moment they needed all of that hands that they could get.
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