How would jason react to a magic reader that secretly saves him by healing him when he's hurt?
He should be dead, Jason realized belatedly.
Some of the slashes had been near fatal. He should have bled out. He just hadn't stopped. And it wasn't until he looked around after the fight and say you at the other end of the field, wavering slightly on your feet.
No one had been paying much attention to the casters. Aside from making sure they had time to do what they needed to do. Subsequently, no one was really worried about them getting medical attention.
But. You looked wrecked. And as he made his way over, he could see you struggling to stay upright. Before he knew what he was doing he was running. Skidding to a stop in the mud and stroking sweat dampened, muddy hair out of your face as you lay on the ground. A jagged slash running from your right shoulder to you upper abdomen.
And he could see it steadily weeping blood. "How- Medic!" he yelled, patting your cheek "You gotta stay awake," he said. "Come on honey," he said, panic rising when you opened your eyes to try to say something and couldn't find the words.
Medical personnel decended and started to tend to the wound. "Can't she heal things?" someone asked.
"Not once she's exhausted," Zatanna said. "It takes massive amounts of energy."
Jason looked down at his suit. The only evidence he'd been hurt at all were the tears in the fabric. There weren't even scars. And he got a sinking feeling in his stomach. Why had you done it?
