He let out a low whistle as he surveyed the damage.

"If you'd done any more to yourself I don't think you'd be going out there again today," he said.

But she'd been lectured enough. He moved his hands smoothly over her body, tapping, twisting, or adjusting the various needles in response to the energy he felt coursing through her. This would be fairly slow, but he thought he could handle it.

Considering the worst he'd had to treat today were overtly dead...