"No... No, no, no..."
I knelt down, forgetting all the madness that had taken over my mind minutes ago. I placed my hand on Gurdas's chest, focusing without a second thought on the blue flames.
Blue flames whose only function was not only to burn but also to heal.
'Aiden...'
My palm was covered in blue flames, and not only that, it slowly covered the huge burn mark on Gurdas' chest.
The wound was so bad and so deep that it was a miracle he had survived at all. Whatever had hit him, whatever had burned him, had been so powerful that it had almost burned his organs.
And yet, when blue flames came on top of this burn, Gurdas did not moan or scream. On the contrary, a look of relief appeared on his face, if only for a moment. So I was sure that the flames were doing what I wanted them to do: healing him, keeping him alive.
