Re: Donna Troy and Terry and Robert Long vs Lily
/Melissa, if you do not concentrate your friend will die./
"Okay, I'm concentrating." she says.
/Now...place your hands over wound and repeat after me./
Mitzi begins chanting in a language that doesn't bear any resemblance to English, concentrating on Lily's wound. The searing pain that Lily feels begins to lessen somewhat, but it does not totally vanish.
Mitzi can feel resistance from the wound, as though it doesn't /want/ to close, and it tries to fight back. She continues her concentration, however, unaware of the thin line of blood streaming from her nose.
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