they belonged to the same kid he'd pushed.
Anxious brown eyes met his over the unconscious body. "Are you a good medic?"
"I'm the best you have." He wasn't going to get into his qualifications in the middle of a crisis. The kid would learn soon enough about his skills.
"Help me," the broken boy whispered.
"Shhh." Lian leaned over the injured teen. Light blue eyes, filled with pain, watched him under a shock of black hair. "I'm gonna help you but you have to stay still and listen to me."
"Sorry," he whispered.
"What's your name?" Lian asked gently, not wanting to scare the kid.
"Connol," he replied.
Lian held his hand over the now still form. Broken neck, broken vertebras in the spine, right arm fracture and cracked skull were the beginning of his injuries. Without a medic the kid would die of internal bleeding before they left the area.
"Okay, Connol, I'm going to heal you now. I want you to count backwards from five," Lian said in his calmest doctor voice. "Ready?"
"Yeah," Connol braced himself as if preparing for an onslaught of pain.
"Starting on one. Five… four… heal." Catching the kid unaware, Lian slammed the shattered body with magic.
With his inner sight, Lian watched the bones slide together, melting like butter until they reformed solid once more. With the addition of more power, the internal bleeding absorbed back into the body. Lian didn't stop pouring energy until his inner vision saw Connol glowing green with perfect health. Only then did he start to pull back into his center.
Lian rocked on his heels drawing a deep breath to regain his equilibrium.
"Holy crap," the white-shirted kid said.
Lian ignored him and held up his hand. Pooling his residual healing energy into his palm, he formed a ball of deep green power. Standing, he walked over to the other injured teen. Tilting his hand to the side he dropped the glowing orb onto the unconscious boy's body. He glowed a deep forest green for a moment before convulsing on the ground.
Lian waited.
Eyes popped open and the unknown male let out a sigh followed by a sloppy grin. "I feel amazing," he said with a laugh.
"Me too." Connol jumped to his feet with an energetic bounce.
"Fuck, he cleared up your acne too," The white-shirted rider declared. "I'm Blaine," he said, holding out his hand to Lian.
Score one for the brave kid. Pooling power usually freaked people out. There were few people who wanted to shake Lian's hand after watching him heal.
"Lian Blythorpe." They shook hands, Lian automatically scanning the person before him.
Normal.
"I'm Jaz," said the formerly unconscious patient.
The others came forward throwing out names. Lian didn't catch them all, but he nodded to them as they rushed to shake his hand. He adjusted a kid here or there, clearing acne just for the hell of it. Being a teen sucked sometimes and a little skin care barely brushed against his power pool.
Jaz and Connol sidled up beside him. "How much is this going to cost us?" Connol asked not meeting his eyes. "We don't have much, but I can probably scratch some funds from my dad."
Lian blinked back tears. Damn these kids were sweet. "No charge. I couldn't let you die, it goes against my oath." He flinched when he remembered how he'd damaged his reputation just a short time before.
"But you could be rich," Blaine said his eyes wide with astonishment. "Royalty would pay big to have a kick-ass healer like you. You could be living system high with all the big moneymakers."
Lian laughed at the kid's enthusiasm.
Jaz came forward. "A pretty man like you shouldn't walk the streets alone. Where are your keepers?"
"I don't have any keepers," Lian admitted. "I'm sort of in a bit of trouble and lying low until my people come." Before they could comment he switched the subject. He didn't need another group of watchers. "What's this game called? I'd love to get a board and try it some time."
Blaine flashed him a wicked smile. "This is solar ball and we're the west kingdom