The situation was getting more confusing by the minute. The woman shouted at Scott again, did a double take, then ranted at the Doctor. One word in particular kept popping up: "frell."
"Frell?" Scott echoed. The woman gave him a death glare, then growled some more jibberish with plenty of "frell" occurances.
The Doctor threw his head back and laughed. "Curse word, Scott." Suddenly he sobered. "Seems she understands you know. Wants you to heal her."
"Finally!" Scott exclaimed. As he reached for the woman's arm a confusing array of emotions from Ami momentarily distracted him. They receded just as quickly. Since Ami hadn't asked for help, Scott returned his attention to the woman. She allowed him to lightly grasp her upper uninjured arm.
The physical contact reported a mostly human anatomy with one serious and multiple minor injuries. Scott hid his surprise at the "mostly" part as best he could. (I should be getting good at it. Hardly anyone's normal around here.) As he concentrated on her injuries Scott asked, "What's your name?"
"Erin."*
Scott spoke slowly since most of his attention was focused on her body. The lasceration slicing open her other arm was her worst injury by far. He wanted to be sure he could heal her considering her not-quite-humanness. "Okay, Erin. I'm Scott." He fished the inch-wide silver marble from his pants pocket, holding it in the palm of his hand for her to see. "This will help me heal your arm. It'll glow and make some noise. Just hold still, okay?"
The woman scowled, grumbling something involving frell. The insult he didn't really understand was easy to disregard.
Although the public display of weirdness made Scott uncomfortable, he wasn't about to let this woman bleed out or get a life-threatening infection. Blocking out the surrounding chaos, Scott focused on the silver sphere. It glowed pale blue and hummed softly. The object somehow multiplied his awareness of Erin's body and her injuries. Relying mostly on instinct, he channeled some of his energy into her, prompting her immune system to staunch blood flow from her slashed arm, other cuts, and multiple bruises. Then he worked on mending the torn skin and muscle of her arm.
Scott wasn't sure how long he stood there concentrating.** Although he was tiring, he pushed himself until Erin's muscles had healed. The remaining cut was nasty, but not as dangerous as it had been.
The sphere's light and hum ceased when Scott let go of Erin and wiped the perspiration from his brow. "That's all I'm going to do for now. I'm getting tired and need to check on your friend."
* That's how "Aeryn" is pronounced, right? Believe it or not I haven't seen much "Farscape". *ducks*
** About five minutes. Once Scott started healing the wound the pain disappeared, and the area felt tingly and itchy.
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"Frell?" Scott echoed. The woman gave him a death glare, then growled some more jibberish with plenty of "frell" occurances.
The Doctor threw his head back and laughed. "Curse word, Scott." Suddenly he sobered. "Seems she understands you know. Wants you to heal her."
"Finally!" Scott exclaimed. As he reached for the woman's arm a confusing array of emotions from Ami momentarily distracted him. They receded just as quickly. Since Ami hadn't asked for help, Scott returned his attention to the woman. She allowed him to lightly grasp her upper uninjured arm.
The physical contact reported a mostly human anatomy with one serious and multiple minor injuries. Scott hid his surprise at the "mostly" part as best he could. (I should be getting good at it. Hardly anyone's normal around here.) As he concentrated on her injuries Scott asked, "What's your name?"
"Erin."*
Scott spoke slowly since most of his attention was focused on her body. The lasceration slicing open her other arm was her worst injury by far. He wanted to be sure he could heal her considering her not-quite-humanness. "Okay, Erin. I'm Scott." He fished the inch-wide silver marble from his pants pocket, holding it in the palm of his hand for her to see. "This will help me heal your arm. It'll glow and make some noise. Just hold still, okay?"
The woman scowled, grumbling something involving frell. The insult he didn't really understand was easy to disregard.
Although the public display of weirdness made Scott uncomfortable, he wasn't about to let this woman bleed out or get a life-threatening infection. Blocking out the surrounding chaos, Scott focused on the silver sphere. It glowed pale blue and hummed softly. The object somehow multiplied his awareness of Erin's body and her injuries. Relying mostly on instinct, he channeled some of his energy into her, prompting her immune system to staunch blood flow from her slashed arm, other cuts, and multiple bruises. Then he worked on mending the torn skin and muscle of her arm.
Scott wasn't sure how long he stood there concentrating.** Although he was tiring, he pushed himself until Erin's muscles had healed. The remaining cut was nasty, but not as dangerous as it had been.
The sphere's light and hum ceased when Scott let go of Erin and wiped the perspiration from his brow. "That's all I'm going to do for now. I'm getting tired and need to check on your friend."
* That's how "Aeryn" is pronounced, right? Believe it or not I haven't seen much "Farscape". *ducks*
** About five minutes. Once Scott started healing the wound the pain disappeared, and the area felt tingly and itchy.