Before Michael realized what was going on his arm was healed, and so were his ear drums.
Maria let go of his face and turned around to focus on the severely injured patients once again. Meanwhile, Michael stared at Maria, lost in thoughts.
He spent a second or two in confusion before he regained his senses.
"Help you out? How?" Michael asked.
Maria didn't look up from the patients and continued to tend to their wounds.
"I cannot heal everyone simultaneously. I will focus on those who're dying…," She mumbled, gritting her teeth, "I want you to freeze the wounds of the severely injured to give me some more time. Once you're done with that, move those with the worst wounds closer to me."
Michael had a few more questions that needed answers, but he could tell that Maria had no time to divert her focus from the injured. She was already sweating trying to tend to as many injured as possible in the shortest time.
