[He says that with more conviction than usual, despite his weariness. He pauses only another moment as he tries to find just where he should put his hands, and after gingerly setting them upon the scar tissue, he pushes energy into her.
It's a small amount at first as he does a cursory survey of her wounds from the inside. Rey is a mixture of both organic and inorganic -- something he'd gotten an inkling of in dealing with her wounds in the past, but that he's just fully realizing now. That complicates matters a bit, but thankfully, most of the work needs to be done on the living parts rather than the unliving ones. Living tissue has an energy all its own, and it's far easier to manipulate someone else's energy into help them heal wounds than it is to do it all on his own.
That doesn't mean he won't be giving up a good portion of what he has to accomplish this task, but this is his one talent, his one worthwhile skill in life. If he cannot do this, what good is he?
Carlisle starts with the organs first, channeling his own energy into and through them, finding what needs repairs as the current of his aura butts against internal injuries. The tissues string themselves back together, pulling themselves into the right places until they are like new.
The hands next, he decides, redirecting his channel. So far, so good. There's a cracking of what he can assume is either bone or metal or something as her fingers readjust, but midway through, he stops pulling upon her energy to do it for fear she'll pass out. She can take a lot of abuse, she's obviously not impervious, and it was taking a great deal of what she had to stay alive until he got to her. Carlisle steels himself with a breath, ignores the pounding behind his eyes, and continues work on her hands with his magic alone.
While an accomplished and talented healer even by his world's standards, Carlisle isn't used to having to basically put someone back together. That might be a challenge, but not impossible, or even exhausting; however, trying to do so while still recovering from feeding a vampire is an entirely different issue, and as he finishes with her hands, he can feel himself reaching a breaking point. Still, he maintains his careful channel, trying to dole out his magic only where necessary. He mustn't waste any.
He leaves her ribs for the moment and goes back to her abdomen, which fared far worse than anywhere else. Now that the organs are all back in working order, he needs to mend the muscle and skin that goes atop it, that holds Rey together. His breath catches in his throat, ink slipping between his teeth, but he keeps pushing, forcing the tissues to come together. His head thunders as the scarred tissue gives way to repaired flesh; it feels as though it may explode as he grinds his teeth together and- and—
He eventually has to tear his hands from Rey, his entire frame trembling. While she's in much better condition than when he walked in, he's not: Carlisle's legs collapse underneath him, his eyes rolling back into his head, his body shaking as he chokes on the black bile.]
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[He says that with more conviction than usual, despite his weariness. He pauses only another moment as he tries to find just where he should put his hands, and after gingerly setting them upon the scar tissue, he pushes energy into her.
It's a small amount at first as he does a cursory survey of her wounds from the inside. Rey is a mixture of both organic and inorganic -- something he'd gotten an inkling of in dealing with her wounds in the past, but that he's just fully realizing now. That complicates matters a bit, but thankfully, most of the work needs to be done on the living parts rather than the unliving ones. Living tissue has an energy all its own, and it's far easier to manipulate someone else's energy into help them heal wounds than it is to do it all on his own.
That doesn't mean he won't be giving up a good portion of what he has to accomplish this task, but this is his one talent, his one worthwhile skill in life. If he cannot do this, what good is he?
Carlisle starts with the organs first, channeling his own energy into and through them, finding what needs repairs as the current of his aura butts against internal injuries. The tissues string themselves back together, pulling themselves into the right places until they are like new.
The hands next, he decides, redirecting his channel. So far, so good. There's a cracking of what he can assume is either bone or metal or something as her fingers readjust, but midway through, he stops pulling upon her energy to do it for fear she'll pass out. She can take a lot of abuse, she's obviously not impervious, and it was taking a great deal of what she had to stay alive until he got to her. Carlisle steels himself with a breath, ignores the pounding behind his eyes, and continues work on her hands with his magic alone.
While an accomplished and talented healer even by his world's standards, Carlisle isn't used to having to basically put someone back together. That might be a challenge, but not impossible, or even exhausting; however, trying to do so while still recovering from feeding a vampire is an entirely different issue, and as he finishes with her hands, he can feel himself reaching a breaking point. Still, he maintains his careful channel, trying to dole out his magic only where necessary. He mustn't waste any.
He leaves her ribs for the moment and goes back to her abdomen, which fared far worse than anywhere else. Now that the organs are all back in working order, he needs to mend the muscle and skin that goes atop it, that holds Rey together. His breath catches in his throat, ink slipping between his teeth, but he keeps pushing, forcing the tissues to come together. His head thunders as the scarred tissue gives way to repaired flesh; it feels as though it may explode as he grinds his teeth together and- and—
He eventually has to tear his hands from Rey, his entire frame trembling. While she's in much better condition than when he walked in, he's not: Carlisle's legs collapse underneath him, his eyes rolling back into his head, his body shaking as he chokes on the black bile.]