"Inside a house on a dinning table.  Don't try to sit up or talk to much.  You've lost a lot of blood."  Marcus replied to her whispered question. 'Not good.  Shallow breath and weak pulse.  She won't last the night like this.  No doctor is going to treat her either.  Only thing to do is...'  Once more, his mind fought over the right choice of action while his body begain to chant.  A white soft glow emminated from his hands which he passed along her side, trying to close the wound.