Post by Doctor Strange on Jul 12, 2006 4:25:53 GMT -5
Once he arrived in the medical bay, Stephen set the Star-Spangled Avenger down on one of the medical beds. His trench coat was removed and hastily thrown on a nearby empty bed; of course it missed and landed on the floor. The sleeves of his buttoned-up white t-shirt were rolled up. It had been a long while since he'd done anything, well, medical.
Closing his eyes, the amulet near his throat once more opened, the light of Agamotto shining over the Captain.
"Contusion on the forehead." He spoke with his eyes still closed. "Severed tendons and muscle tissue near the left shoulder due to gunshot wound." The light disappeared as the Eye of Agamotto once more closed. Still, he continued to speak to himself, as if he was addressing a fellow doctor or a nurse. "Due to the protection spell of Agamotto, patient will survive, but surgery is required to save the left arm from paralysis."
His hands began to glow with an orange and white hue as he opened his eyes. The hands were placed on his left shoulder. The healing power of white magic flowed forth from Stephen and into the wound. The tendons of Steve's shoulder began to reattach themselves even as skin cells began to generate at a rapid rate.
In a mere moment or two, the Captain's shoulder was as good as new. It was if he had never been shot. The bruise on his forehead, however...well, Stephen would let Mr. Rogers keep that as a war trophy.
Closing his eyes, the amulet near his throat once more opened, the light of Agamotto shining over the Captain.
"Contusion on the forehead." He spoke with his eyes still closed. "Severed tendons and muscle tissue near the left shoulder due to gunshot wound." The light disappeared as the Eye of Agamotto once more closed. Still, he continued to speak to himself, as if he was addressing a fellow doctor or a nurse. "Due to the protection spell of Agamotto, patient will survive, but surgery is required to save the left arm from paralysis."
His hands began to glow with an orange and white hue as he opened his eyes. The hands were placed on his left shoulder. The healing power of white magic flowed forth from Stephen and into the wound. The tendons of Steve's shoulder began to reattach themselves even as skin cells began to generate at a rapid rate.
In a mere moment or two, the Captain's shoulder was as good as new. It was if he had never been shot. The bruise on his forehead, however...well, Stephen would let Mr. Rogers keep that as a war trophy.
