[If Henry were more alert, more aware, he'd feel somewhat bad at having to leave Otonashi to stitch him up on his own, without reassurance or even company.
But that point of death recedes- too fast, unnaturally fast, even with Otonashi's medical support. The odds of survival drifted drastically back in Henry's favor; warmth returned to newly-healed skin, along with color (such as the mage had, anyway). Breathing steadied, and flickers of consciousness came with it, the feeling of arms around him, a familiar voice.
The smell was a little wrong, but maybe it was just all the blood...? Henry's first attempt to speak results in a cough, but when he tries again, it's soft- far softer than his earlier cavalier humor. Unguarded.]
...sorry, Seijuurou. I think I messed up again....
[He's still recovering; the mistake perhaps understandable.]
He breathes a sigh into that white hair, his fingers pressing the mage tightly to his chest. The eerie stillness within it betrays the rush of emotion, flickering from worry, to fear, to disbelief, only to settle on a momentary relief.
It's okay, he reminds himself again. A life didn't slip away in his arms once again. His best intentions didn't prove worthless.
[It takes a few moments longer for that to register than it should, eyes bleary (one of them, anyway), as Henry tries to turn his head somewhere that he can actually see some identifying piece of him.
He gives up about the same time that he recalls his most recent memories- that was right, he had managed to message Otonashi, he could only just about remember him showing up. Someone showing up, anyway, that point was fuzzy on the details.
But gratitude rushes through him strongly enough to nearly knock him out again, and he swallows a bit heavily, face burrowed in Otonashi's chest. No distant thud of a heart, that was right. Moving a hand, he lightly squeezes one of Otonashi's arms.]
--I think so. Geez, you're a quick mender, Yuzuru.
[His tone is back to normal- weaker, but normal. But apart from lingering disorientation, Henry felt... surprisingly okay, considering he'd just been partially disemboweled and crushed by a falling bear.]
I dunno why you don't think you're a good doctor....
[ For all their lack of convention, he feels it an important enough distinction to make. A medical doctor would have had the experience and level-headedness to know where to begin on a patient without wasting precious seconds hesitating.
A medical professional might not have assumed a plea for help was a joke.
Even so, he can forgive a break in his imagined, idealized protocol when he has a success to show for himself rather than another corpse to explain, or yet another voice of regret haunting him in the night. Hesitating a moment longer, he breathes his relief slowly through Henry's hair, then finally tears himself away enough to look over the dark mage for lasting damage.
With panicked haze gone, he still sees no sign that wounds had ever existed at all. ]
And I really didn't do anything. How did I - how did you..? Am I dreaming?
[Otonashi's medical knowledge was better than real doctors in his own time period, so Henry's not sure what impossible standard he's going for. It was all impressive enough to him!
But as he's looked over, Henry joins in the searching, fingers prodding over his stomach with a thoughtful hum. Apart from the blood, the torn clothing, the rest was... fine. Like he hadn't ever been opened up to begin with.]
It definitely wasn't me... you sure you didn't imagine it closed? Have any other sort of healing magic?
No, I haven't had healing magic in a long time... You remember.
[ He ends with an exasperated edge to his voice, recalling the surprise cry for instant healing help on the old planet. Giving the mage one last look-over still nets him absolutely no insight and no trace that Henry had ever suffered any sort of recent injury. ]
Even my healing isn't instant. [ He shoots another look to Henry. ] You would remember that too.
[ Mister "better harvest these organs quickly" Henry. ]
Hey, I don't really have a better explanation. Whatever it was, you did a good job of it.
[Henry just settles back on Otonashi's chest as if the mystery wasn't something that concerned him. And to be honest, he wasn't that curious about where it had come from either- it had worked, hadn't it? That was good enough for him.
This sudden ability would surely have no lasting drawbacks.]
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But that point of death recedes- too fast, unnaturally fast, even with Otonashi's medical support. The odds of survival drifted drastically back in Henry's favor; warmth returned to newly-healed skin, along with color (such as the mage had, anyway). Breathing steadied, and flickers of consciousness came with it, the feeling of arms around him, a familiar voice.
The smell was a little wrong, but maybe it was just all the blood...? Henry's first attempt to speak results in a cough, but when he tries again, it's soft- far softer than his earlier cavalier humor. Unguarded.]
...sorry, Seijuurou. I think I messed up again....
[He's still recovering; the mistake perhaps understandable.]
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[ It's okay.
He breathes a sigh into that white hair, his fingers pressing the mage tightly to his chest. The eerie stillness within it betrays the rush of emotion, flickering from worry, to fear, to disbelief, only to settle on a momentary relief.
It's okay, he reminds himself again. A life didn't slip away in his arms once again. His best intentions didn't prove worthless.
It's okay. ]
It doesn't matter. Are... are you okay?
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He gives up about the same time that he recalls his most recent memories- that was right, he had managed to message Otonashi, he could only just about remember him showing up. Someone showing up, anyway, that point was fuzzy on the details.
But gratitude rushes through him strongly enough to nearly knock him out again, and he swallows a bit heavily, face burrowed in Otonashi's chest. No distant thud of a heart, that was right. Moving a hand, he lightly squeezes one of Otonashi's arms.]
--I think so. Geez, you're a quick mender, Yuzuru.
[His tone is back to normal- weaker, but normal. But apart from lingering disorientation, Henry felt... surprisingly okay, considering he'd just been partially disemboweled and crushed by a falling bear.]
I dunno why you don't think you're a good doctor....
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[ For all their lack of convention, he feels it an important enough distinction to make. A medical doctor would have had the experience and level-headedness to know where to begin on a patient without wasting precious seconds hesitating.
A medical professional might not have assumed a plea for help was a joke.
Even so, he can forgive a break in his imagined, idealized protocol when he has a success to show for himself rather than another corpse to explain, or yet another voice of regret haunting him in the night. Hesitating a moment longer, he breathes his relief slowly through Henry's hair, then finally tears himself away enough to look over the dark mage for lasting damage.
With panicked haze gone, he still sees no sign that wounds had ever existed at all. ]
And I really didn't do anything. How did I - how did you..? Am I dreaming?
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But as he's looked over, Henry joins in the searching, fingers prodding over his stomach with a thoughtful hum. Apart from the blood, the torn clothing, the rest was... fine. Like he hadn't ever been opened up to begin with.]
It definitely wasn't me... you sure you didn't imagine it closed? Have any other sort of healing magic?
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[ He ends with an exasperated edge to his voice, recalling the surprise cry for instant healing help on the old planet. Giving the mage one last look-over still nets him absolutely no insight and no trace that Henry had ever suffered any sort of recent injury. ]
Even my healing isn't instant. [ He shoots another look to Henry. ] You would remember that too.
[ Mister "better harvest these organs quickly" Henry. ]
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[Henry just settles back on Otonashi's chest as if the mystery wasn't something that concerned him. And to be honest, he wasn't that curious about where it had come from either- it had worked, hadn't it? That was good enough for him.
This sudden ability would surely have no lasting drawbacks.]