Ami scrambling away from him was the last thing Scott had expected. He caught one of her hands in his, grateful that she was on his uninjured side. "Ami, stop. Come here." Ami shook her head as she hugged her knees. Guilt radiated from her.
Scott's temper flared momentarily. He was feeling lightheaded; he didn't have time for this. /Come here and help me heal myself./
Ami looked at him, really seeing him, albeit wary and confused. /But I--/
/You can help by concentrating on what I'm doing,/ Scott explained as he connected with his sphere. The blood partially covering it dimmed its pale light. He sighed from the sphere's cool serenity. Ami calmed a bit more as well. She shifted to sit beside him, clutching his hand like a lifeline. Her whirling thoughts slowed enough so that Scott could concentrate on the tissues torn by the bullet.
Repairing the damage took a few minutes. Near the end Scott suspected that Ami actually was helping, but that was something he'd reflect on later.
Once his internal injuries were fully healed and tender, pink scar tissue covered the entrance and exit wounds Scott dropped the connection with his sphere. He was tired but no longer lightheaded or in (much) pain. "Thank you," he told his wife, kissing her forehead. "I need to see to Damon, Quentin, and anyone else injured. Stay here and rest, okay?"
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[Scott] The downside of a psychic link (tag Ami, open)
Date: 2006-08-28 05:45 pm (UTC)Scott's temper flared momentarily. He was feeling lightheaded; he didn't have time for this. /Come here and help me heal myself./
Ami looked at him, really seeing him, albeit wary and confused. /But I--/
/You can help by concentrating on what I'm doing,/ Scott explained as he connected with his sphere. The blood partially covering it dimmed its pale light. He sighed from the sphere's cool serenity. Ami calmed a bit more as well. She shifted to sit beside him, clutching his hand like a lifeline. Her whirling thoughts slowed enough so that Scott could concentrate on the tissues torn by the bullet.
Repairing the damage took a few minutes. Near the end Scott suspected that Ami actually was helping, but that was something he'd reflect on later.
Once his internal injuries were fully healed and tender, pink scar tissue covered the entrance and exit wounds Scott dropped the connection with his sphere. He was tired but no longer lightheaded or in (much) pain. "Thank you," he told his wife, kissing her forehead. "I need to see to Damon, Quentin, and anyone else injured. Stay here and rest, okay?"