Ellie hesitated but closed her eyes and focused again. Her hands hovered over a smaller scrape. Within seconds, the green light returned, and the glowing particles began falling like snow.

Ellie: Is it doing something?
Alex: The wound is closing. I think you’re a healer!

Ellie opened her eyes in shock.

Alex: Look—it’s half gone!
Ellie: It looks the same as before.
Alex: No, really, it’s way smaller! Now do my ribs. That’s the worst injury.

Ellie hesitated again but refocused. She placed her hands over the deeper gashes on his side. The light returned, brighter this time, and the motes of energy flowed steadily. Alex let out a sigh of relief, the warmth washing over him like a wave.

The cuts, once jagged and raw, began to mend visibly. The two ends of his skin slowly pulled together, leaving thin, reddish lines where gaping wounds had been. The stitches remained, but the gashes had already shrunk.

Ellie opened her eyes mid-process. The effort was draining her, but seeing the wounds heal before her eyes was mesmerizing. She could feel the energy leaving her body—like water trickling out of a bucket—but she pushed through, her hands trembling as she held focus.

Alex felt the energy, warm and soothing, flowing into him. The pain dulled to a distant ache as the parallel cuts slowly fused, leaving faint scars in place of the gashes.

By the time one of the wounds shrank by half, Ellie’s vision blurred. Her breath hitched, and sweat dripped from her face. Morgan licked her cheek, pulling her out of the trance.

Ellie: Morgan, stop—

She wiped her face, startled to realize how drenched in sweat she was. Alex was sound asleep now, completely relaxed. She grabbed a glass of water, drank deeply, and washed off Morgan’s saliva before collapsing next to him. Sleep claimed her almost instantly.

Middle of the Night:

Alex woke up suddenly. Dammit, I forgot to pee.

He groaned as he sat up. Pain flared in his arm and side, though it was muted now. After using the bathroom, he instinctively checked his wounds. His eyes widened in surprise—they were half gone.

It really worked.

Back in the bedroom, a distant screech stopped him in his tracks. He frowned and glanced at Morgan, who was already on his feet, ears perked up.

Alex: What the hell was that?

He walked to the balcony and opened the door. A wave of noise hit him immediately. The night was anything but peaceful. Shouts, bangs, and the distant sound of something breaking echoed from the avenue a block away.

Morgan stood beside him, alert but calm.

Alex (softly): It’s probably looting… Hopefully the government regains control.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. The streetlights below flickered intermittently, casting long shadows over an empty road.

Alex turned back inside and grabbed a painkiller and water from his nightstand. He glanced at Ellie, still fast asleep, then lay back down with a grimace.

*************** End Of day 2 ************