Altair didn't have time for this he pushed her far away with his telekinesis and ran the other way. If his crew was still alive he would have to move them to another location. If they were dead he would have to grab Lance and go on the run. He cleared the jungle using his telekinesis to even uproot trees to keep a straight path. He was frantic until the trees broke and he could see the debris of the ship he ran straight for where the cockpit wassuppose to be. It was probably the safest part of the ship the event of a crash. Bodies were everywhere he couldn't tell who was alive and who was dead. That was until he spotted Michael impaled on a piece of metal. He checked for a pulse and found one but it was faint.<br/><br/>Altair ran inside the ship looking for the emergency landing first aid. It wasa large box that contained everything he would need to help Michael recover. Grabbing the box he was back outside he opened it up and pulled out a blanket. It was time for the hard part he had to pull Michael off the metal. Steeling himself he grabbed the Ace and pulled him off slowly and cautiously. There was a lot of blood and when he got the pilot off he moved quickly using his mind to help him work faster. Bandages floated and began to cover up the wound while the antibacterial equipment floated and cleaned out the wound. Altair had done his part now it was up to Michael to fight back into the world of the living. The captain could feel the remnants of magic still in his body and he took a chance. Placing his hands on the pilot he tried to move the magic from his body into Michael's with his mind. It was draining work making Altair's vision blur and causing him to grow weak and fall over. There was nothing else he could do he barely had the strength to move.