Relief touched her as they got outside of the parking structure.  It felt like safety, even if she wasn’t sure that it was.  Her focus had been pulled out to Casey, and before he could even speak she had lifted her hand and began to mutter a spell that hurried the process of healing...or at least, she tried to, until she started to feel suddenly light headed.  Blood loss.  “Pressure.  Pressure on the wound.  It’s a through and through, no bullet to extract.  Help me and I can stop the bleeding.”<br/><br/><br/>Eve grabbed his hand and placed it over the wound, keeping her own hand over it.  The police were busy locking down the building and attempting to pursue the attackers.  Eve began to mumble the chant again.  Magic of the body reminded her of sewing and designing textiles.  It was often about coaxing tissue that had been violently ripped apart to come back together.  Some of her cousins were doctors and healers, who used their abilities regularly to heal what conventional medicine was unable to fix.  The bullet had ripped through her shoulder but the wound looked worse than it actually was.  She closed her eyes and visualized the damaged parts of her inner body, and then she imagined hem moving to repair themselves.  She didn’t have the power to fully repair the injury, this was triage magic at best, but she would be able to stop the bleeding with it.  When here eyes opened again, the color in them looked a little pale and drained.<br/><br/><br/>At that point on of the officers noticed them, and he seemed to recognize the pair, despite the state they were in.  “Paramedics are on their way.  Stay here.”  He directed.<br/><br/><br/>Eve nodded and turned her attention back to Casey.  “What were those things?  Why did they attack you?  Are you—are you okay?”