Crawling toward her as fast as he could, he noticed she had crashed into a broken branch, and it impaled into her left side. Blood was trickling from it, and he could hear a small whistle when she breathed in and out.
'Punctured lung, maybe a few cracked ribs, and she's bleeding a lot. I need to help her,' he thought.
"Quite the landing you stuck there. This will hurt, but I have to remove that branch to heal you," Astaroth joked, trying to calm her breathing.
Instead, she coughed up a bit of blood as she snickered.
Astaroth didn't hesitate and yanked the sharp branch out of her side, simultaneously drawing a scream from her.
He rapidly chucked the branch away before applying both hands on the wound, golden light shooting out of his hands and into her left side.
Phoenix groaned as she felt her closing, her bones snapping back into place, and her muscles reattaching themselves. The process was far from painless, like when a priest did this.
