no, mincheon did not particularly want to be there. a sentiment many others surely would have shared in his shoes. helping a stranger on his own volition was one thing, but having no actual choice was another one altogether. "let's just say i can imagine about a hundred other things i would much rather be doing right now," he said, grasping the tail end of the silver arrow between his fingers. "but i also can't let you bleed out. who knows how much time you have left."
with one, swift and decisive yank, mincheon pulled the arrow out of the stranger's flesh. blood oozed out of the wound immediately, dripping down the other's back. mincheon tossed the arrow to the side to instead press his palm flat against the freshly opened wound. "this might sting a bit. no sudden movements, i need to keep my concentration."
a blinding, white light enveloped mincheon's fingers. he closed his eyes, picturing the wound knitting closed, picturing the flesh mending under his fingers as though stitched together with invisible string. his skin was hot where it connected to the stranger's, almost painfully so.
mincheon withdrew his hand. his heart was beating a mile a minute, and his lungs were straining to draw proper breath, but -- one look at his handiwork was enough to make it worth it. where there had previously been a gruesome, gaping hole, there was only pristine skin now. blood-stained, but mended as though nothing had ever happened.
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