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"This is going to hurt ... a lot. But I need you not to pull away, alright?" Abel's palm hovered over the broken leg of his patient, his eyes darting nervously to the man's face. By the look of him, he was only five or so years older than Abel was, but that didn't make him any less intimidating.
Locke nodded his head at him dismissively, waving a hand. "Yeah, I'll live, I'm not a kid that needs a lollipop, Abel. Just do it. And don't fuck it up."
"I- Of course not. Sorry." Abel sighed. Adam Locke was everything he wasn't. Strong, tall, confident and tough. From what he'd managed to glean by listening in on conversations, he was a graduate of Everia - the sister academy to Abel's own that specialised in battle magic. He definitely looked the part of a battlemage. Like he could just as easily punch your lights out as he could lob a fireball at you.
"Some time today, kid."
"Right!" Abel blinked, snapping himself out of his thoughts. Letting his mind wander while he used his magic could be disastrous. Carefully, he pressed his palm to where the break was, eyes flicking up to Locke's face to check for a reaction. The man took a bracing breath in, but otherwise didn't move.
Alright then. Mending a break. He'd done this a dozen times before. It had already been set, so it was just a matter of accelerating the body's natural healing. Abel closed his eyes and focused. He could feel the bone responding to his magic, the cells joining together, knitting the two lengths of bone back into one. He felt Locke suck a pained breath in.
And then it was done. Even the bruise was gone.
Abel sat back with a sigh of relief, lifting his palm from Locke's leg as the battlemage flexed it experimentally. "It'll be a little sore for a while," he noted. "But you should be able to use it normally, and won't even notice a difference by tomorrow."
Locke nodded, shifting around to lower his legs off of the cot and tenderly place his feet on the ground. After applying a little bit of pressure, he seemed satisfied, and stood upright. He tapped the foot of his fixed leg on the ground a few times. "Nice work, kid. Thanks."
Abel smiled faintly. "Ah... that's alright." A pause. He clenched his fists, bunching up the sides of his robe in his grip. "Uhm, Adam... I don't suppose there's been ... any progress on getting in touch with Celestia, has there?"
Locke didn't even bother looking at him, busily putting his boots back on. "Nah, sorry kid. No luck. I'll let you know when there's a change there, but for now just keep doing what you're doing."
'That's what you said last time. And the time before that.' Was what Abel wanted to say. Instead, he simply nodded. "Right. O... okay."
It wasn't that he didn't want to help people out here. His magic was useful, he was useful. It was what his parents would have wanted. But ... wouldn't it be better if he was able to work with the academy? He'd heard that they were providing aid across the city, including to them here. He still had no idea if any of his friends had been hurt, and didn't have any way to get in touch with his family back in Lutetia without the help of the school.
Curiously enough, he'd never been able to catch any of the mages that came by with supplies or other aid. He always seemed to coincidentally be preoccupied with something on the opposite side of the compound.
He sighed. He was well and truly stuck here, wasn't he?
He supposed it could be worse. At least he was on the right side of the barricades.
"This is going to hurt ... a lot. But I need you not to pull away, alright?" Abel's palm hovered over the broken leg of his patient, his eyes darting nervously to the man's face. By the look of him, he was only five or so years older than Abel was, but that didn't make him any less intimidating.
Locke nodded his head at him dismissively, waving a hand. "Yeah, I'll live, I'm not a kid that needs a lollipop, Abel. Just do it. And don't fuck it up."
"I- Of course not. Sorry." Abel sighed. Adam Locke was everything he wasn't. Strong, tall, confident and tough. From what he'd managed to glean by listening in on conversations, he was a graduate of Everia - the sister academy to Abel's own that specialised in battle magic. He definitely looked the part of a battlemage. Like he could just as easily punch your lights out as he could lob a fireball at you.
"Some time today, kid."
"Right!" Abel blinked, snapping himself out of his thoughts. Letting his mind wander while he used his magic could be disastrous. Carefully, he pressed his palm to where the break was, eyes flicking up to Locke's face to check for a reaction. The man took a bracing breath in, but otherwise didn't move.
Alright then. Mending a break. He'd done this a dozen times before. It had already been set, so it was just a matter of accelerating the body's natural healing. Abel closed his eyes and focused. He could feel the bone responding to his magic, the cells joining together, knitting the two lengths of bone back into one. He felt Locke suck a pained breath in.
And then it was done. Even the bruise was gone.
Abel sat back with a sigh of relief, lifting his palm from Locke's leg as the battlemage flexed it experimentally. "It'll be a little sore for a while," he noted. "But you should be able to use it normally, and won't even notice a difference by tomorrow."
Locke nodded, shifting around to lower his legs off of the cot and tenderly place his feet on the ground. After applying a little bit of pressure, he seemed satisfied, and stood upright. He tapped the foot of his fixed leg on the ground a few times. "Nice work, kid. Thanks."
Abel smiled faintly. "Ah... that's alright." A pause. He clenched his fists, bunching up the sides of his robe in his grip. "Uhm, Adam... I don't suppose there's been ... any progress on getting in touch with Celestia, has there?"
Locke didn't even bother looking at him, busily putting his boots back on. "Nah, sorry kid. No luck. I'll let you know when there's a change there, but for now just keep doing what you're doing."
'That's what you said last time. And the time before that.' Was what Abel wanted to say. Instead, he simply nodded. "Right. O... okay."
It wasn't that he didn't want to help people out here. His magic was useful, he was useful. It was what his parents would have wanted. But ... wouldn't it be better if he was able to work with the academy? He'd heard that they were providing aid across the city, including to them here. He still had no idea if any of his friends had been hurt, and didn't have any way to get in touch with his family back in Lutetia without the help of the school.
Curiously enough, he'd never been able to catch any of the mages that came by with supplies or other aid. He always seemed to coincidentally be preoccupied with something on the opposite side of the compound.
He sighed. He was well and truly stuck here, wasn't he?
He supposed it could be worse. At least he was on the right side of the barricades.
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