Warmth bloomed in my chest and I gasped.
It flowed down my arms and into my hands, burning, scalding. I groaned but did not let go as light flared softly against the soldier’s skin.
Gasps filled the room but I barely heard them.
The bleeding stopped and beneath my palms, the torn flesh began to close, knitting together under an invisible force that was ripping the breath from my lungs.
Tears ran down my cheeks. Both from pain and from relief.
It was working.
It was actually working.
But I could feel the energy as it poured out of me like water through a broken glass. I was using too much too quickly and I did not know how to stop it and channel just enough.
My vision blurred and the room tilted.
The soldier coughed, stronger this time.
Someone said my name.
Then the floor disapp
