"There. You're all fixed."
Lancet felt a warm, emerald-green light flush through his body, leaving behind a soothing, minty coolness.
The small flickers of the torment the bullies had inflicted upon him was completely gone. He was as healthy as a newborn child.
Nurse Hallow stepped back, her hands glowing faintly as she lowered them. She began placing glowing vials and enchanted bandages back onto her medical cart.
"I had to use a dual-phase thermal salve to neutralize the searing burns on the right side of your body, and a deep-tissue marrow-warming spell to thaw the frostbite on your left. If I hadn't properly regulated your internal temperature, the conflicting magical residues would have sent you straight into severe pneumonia."
Lancet sat up on the pristine white bed, flexing his arms. His skin was flawless. Even the scorched scar Kallan's thunder blast had left right in the center of his chest was completely healed, the lingering ache smoothed away by her magic.
