Michael seemed oblivious to the dark muzzle pointed at him. He moved to Tessa's side, lightly gripped her bleeding arm and swiftly pressed some points on it.
As his movements stopped, the wound stopped bleeding.
Besides, Tessa felt wave after wave of warm current rushing from Michael's fingertips into her body.
She felt her discomfort ebbing away like a receding tide. Tessa felt as though she was back in her familiar warm bed at home, and waves of drowsiness swept over her.
The people in the room stared with wide eyes, as if seeing something supernatural.
They saw wisps of white mist rising from Tessa's body, and her previously wet clothes were visibly becoming dry and warm at a rapid pace.