The Multi-Dimensional OC Bar

Nim simply continued to pour energy into the mare. The slightly different magic energizing the cells so they worked quicker to replace those that were damaged or lost. It was by no means a perfect method, but it would help replace the blood the mystery mare had lost, and help heal the wounds once the guard managed to close them.

Then the guards declaration rang out, and Nim's different colored pupils shrunk as she looked at may very soon become a corpse with disbelief. Shaking slightly, Nim cringed as she kept up her effort, but the fact that her energy stores were already running low continued to factor in. If this kept up for much longer, the threstral wouldn't be the only one passed out. The arm more or less went un-noticed by Nim as she clenched her eyes shut in determination to keep the 'spell' going.

Glancing up at Nim, he sees the strain of keeping the spell going on her face, "Hold on just a little longer, I've almost got her all closed up."

the arm shook more and out of the crack of the compartment shon a gold light.

"Oh wonderful..." mutters the thestral upon noticing the glow, "What in the hell is that all about?" He finishes stitching the wound in her side and moves on to the puncture in her abdomen, not having a clue what to do about it.

The griffin carefully takes a step back, not wanting to be hit if anything happens.

"Do either of you know how to treat a puncture wound?" he asks frantically.

the small panel door flung open and a gold glowing gem flew out and hovered over the broken mare.

Rain Blade eyes the gem cautiously as he begins wrapping the mare tightly from just under her breasts to her waist, avoiding the puncture wound until he can figure out what to do about it.

she began to glow like the gem, before the gem turned green and mimicked the mares spell.

"Helpful..." he tapes the bandages tightly in place and looks at the puncture, trying to recall his basic training.

the gems arua got bigger and began to take the shape of another anthro being.

The thestral is too engrossed in his work to notice the shape shifting gem, mentally face hoofing he remembers to check if there is anything in the wound that needs to be removed, he carefully inserts a claw on his wing to feel around for any foreign substance.

"Uhh.." the griffin begins. "The.. gem... It's ..taking a shape.."

"What....are...you.....talking about?" Nim asked through gritted teeth, closed eyes, and in-between pants. "Act-ually...Wyvern....can you.....grab....my smoothie....please?" Nim then asked as her legs began to wobble.

Finding nothing, he removes his claw and smears the wound with anti-bacterial cream to keep out infection, he then taps cotton balls and gauze over it and finally wraps bandages tightly over it, holding them down with more tape. Looking up at the sound of Wyvorn's voice, he gapes at the gem.

"Wyvorn." The griffin corrects Nim, and walks to Nim's smoothie to pick it up.

the arua now looking like a 40ish old thestral similar to lightning. she leaned over lightning and an energy was emitted from her. the energy flowed into the puncture, pulling a blob of now molten metal out and seelling it as it leaves, she kissed lightning on the che and vanished, the gem turned white and fell to the ground.

Nim was blind to almost all of it, except for the visage at the end. The question she had though could wait, for now there was a spell to keep channeling and a smoothie that was now surrounded in a similar green aura to drink. As Nim drew hard on the straw, she seemed gain some of her momentum back. Her legs stopped shaking so violently, and her strained face relaxed slightly, but only slightly. While the drink had done much to bring her back, the spell was still an arduous task and was taking a lot out of her.

The visage however did cause a change in how Nim was going about her spell. Now she shifted a fragment of it to feel for the other mare's conscious. Some thoughts, or even better, some emotion to signify that she was with them and going to make it.

Blinking, Blade turns to Nim, "I, uh... I think you can stop now. Whatever that gem was fixed her up better than I ever could. Hopefully, she'll be okay with some rest and painkillers."

at that lightning took a deep breath

Finally, Nim broke off her spell, but not her grip of the smoothie which she was still drinking in rather large gulps. Each drink however seemed to give to visibly exhausted mare a little more life back in her eyes. "Welcome back," she said tentatively from her slumped position on the floor and in between gulps of the strongly peppermint smelling beverage.

Blade glares down at the bandaged mare, "I hope you realize that you nearly died due to your stubbornness."

slowly the mare moved achely.

she looked around completely disorientated

He takes a swig of the remaining vodka, warmth flooding through his body as he sits on a couch while the anthro recovers.