Orcus was motioned to sit on some facsimile to a hospital table and remove his robes, revealing a white cloth shirt and pants. He removed his shirt as well, throwing it on the crumpled robes and exposing his toned body where a massive purple bruise was blooming on his side.
The healer nodded at this, as if answering a question, then held her palms out a few inches from Orcus's injury. The air around her hands seemed to shimmer and glow a faint white. Orcus could not see this, but he could feel a pressure being exuded. That pressure pushed down on him and rapidly intensified. There was no pain, not exactly, but the pressure felt strange and intrusive. Orcus could feel his broken ribs rearranging into formation and weaving themselves back together, his bleeding organs closing up and the swelling fading. His bruise shrank and then disappeared altogether.
When it was over, Orcus slumped over, suddenly winded and panting. His whole body ached now.
"What is this? My injuries are gone, but I'm still sore?"
At last, the healer spoke. "Of course. I used my energy to accelerate your natural healing process. The effectiveness of the treatment relies on the patient's stamina. After rapidly mending itself, your body is suffering immense exertion. It Will take a full day for you to truly recover."
"I see. Nonetheless, I can't wait any longer. I'm delayed as it is."
The healer had sensed something else, but it was not in her nature to tell her patients when the shadow of death was upon them. It was better not to know.
