I don't-- [Wait, no, he does have healing magic here. Sort of.] Never tried it on myself. [It might just be an injury transfer. Still, he might end up better than he is now. It would be hard for him to get worse and stay alive. Maybe if he could properly see what he's doing, but as far as seeing himself, he sees a sad-looking pile of skeleton. There's bones scattered around him, too; he hadn't noticed those before.] Can't move. Drugged.
[Maybe he should have mentioned that earlier. It's hard for him to figure out what's most important to say. Of course, then he hears the screeching of tires outside and his soul squeezes in a painful, hopeful sort of way. He forgets trying to figure out healing magic like this entirely.] That you? [Please. He wants to see his brother.]
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[Maybe he should have mentioned that earlier. It's hard for him to figure out what's most important to say. Of course, then he hears the screeching of tires outside and his soul squeezes in a painful, hopeful sort of way. He forgets trying to figure out healing magic like this entirely.] That you? [Please. He wants to see his brother.]