[So many damn concussions lately. Sycora presses her palm against the gash, healing that first since it's a surface wound. The air around her hand warps and wavers, like gasoline fumes or a heat mirage.
The gash is simple to take care of - it's the concussion that will be trickier. She spends an extra couple of minutes on that; to heal brain damage improperly was nothing less than cruel.
She pushes Alex's hair back, resting the heel of her palm against his forehead.]
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The gash is simple to take care of - it's the concussion that will be trickier. She spends an extra couple of minutes on that; to heal brain damage improperly was nothing less than cruel.
She pushes Alex's hair back, resting the heel of her palm against his forehead.]
You still with me?