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Chapter 4- Healing Hands

~Gwendoline~

"Oh, yeah, I actually think I have. One of the Savidge cousins, the ones with the powers, right?" Patrick asks, and I nod. We're known all around the country, and so it makes sense that he would know my name. "So, Gwendoline, you're the healer, right?"

"That's right. Logan is a jumper, or a teleporter. She brought you here, and I stabilized all of your friends and yourself. Although, it's strange. They should have woken up by now. Well, while they are still asleep, and you've woken up, let's see what we can do about that gunshot wound, shall we?" I ask, and he sits up with a grimace on his face, poking at the bandages wrapped around his waist. I run some water to wash my hands again before he touches my shoulder.

"Those bloodstains are from earlier, right?" he asks, and I look to see that there are red stains blooming on the blankets that I had put on them earlier. No, those definitely were not there earlier! Cursing, I go straight to Pete since he was the one right next to Patrick. I move the blanket and notice that the blood is coming from the gunshot wound that Logan was supposed to have bandaged. Then I noticed that the bandage job was absolutely horrendous, and that was why it was not helping whatsoever.

"LOGAN VIVIETTE SAVIDGE, YOU GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE!" I yell, and she's by my side in a flash. I can hear Patrick jump behind me, not having seen Logan jump before. He was unconscious when she was jumping him.

"What, Gwendoline Rose Savidge?"

"What kind of bandage job is this?" I ask, and she looks down at Pete's bleeding abdomen.

"Oh, fuck! Why is he bleeding so much?" she asks.

"First of all, language, and second, because your bandaging is absolutely horrible! I taught you better than that!" I scold. I was gonna say more, but then Pete's breathing becomes shallow and labored, and I start to freak out. "Run and get more bandages! I have to heal the gunshot wounds before I lose them!"

"What? Lose them?!?" Patrick cries, but I don't have time to answer him. Instead, I put my hands on the gunshot wound, and start to heal it until Pete's breathing returns to normal. I know that since Logan bandaged Andy and Joe, I probably had to fix them up, too. One look and I see the red stains on their blankets. I sigh, and Logan returns with the new roll of bandages, and once I'm done with Pete, I wrap some new bandages around his abdomen. The wounds aren't fully healed, but I'm still out of practice. I can't completely heal the gunshot wounds and get to all three of them. I show Logan the proper way to bandage a gunshot wound, before moving on to Andy. Once he was semi-healed, Logan asked to try bandaging again, but I tell her no, this is too important. I trust her, but I need this done right so that these three will live. She begins to pout, and I promise her that I'll try and find some dummies or something that I can teach her with. After Andy, I get to Joe, before taking all of the blankets from them so I can wash them later.

"Are we okay now? Do you forgive me?" Logan asks, and I nod. "Good! Not like you could stay mad at me forever. I mean, look at this face!" She pulls a face, and I smile, before flicking her with some water from the sink where I was washing the blood off of my hands. She squeals, promising me that she'd get her revenge, before jumping out of the room to who-knows-where. Once I get my hands washed and dried, I walk back over and sit down by Patrick's bedside, his eyes wide with worry.

"It's okay, they're fine. It's a good thing you said something, though. I probably wouldn't have noticed they were bleeding until the situation was much worse, so thank you," I say, and he nods, grateful that his friends are okay. "They'll live, really. Despite me being out of practice, the only thing that I can't do is heal myself. I most likely could grow your hand back, if you wanted me to. It would take a while, but I'm 99% sure that I could."