"Name's Andrew, but everyone calls me Silver," the silver-haired boy told him. Looking at the wound on Alan's shoulder, he mentally cringed a little. Yeah, even ignoring the scream from earlier, that wound looks like it hurts like hell. "Hey, think you could reach me? Doesn't have to be much, just a fingertip on any part of my body will do."<br/>Alan nodded, forcing his self and stumbling over, dropping down and grabbing ahold of the boy.<br/>"Okay, hold still. And, this might tickle a little," Silver told him. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Around them, various things in the room seemed to lose color and turn to dust as a silvery aura formed around the silver-haired Syker. The aura condensed and flowed through Alan's arm, over to the hole in his shoulder. And like Silver said, it started to tickle a bit as the aura infused the flesh surrounding it. Before the more emotionally fragile Syker's eyes, the hole closed. Within seconds, the only indication of it ever being there was the hole in his shirt from the spearhead stabbing through it, and the blood that had already escaped. "There we go."