Ivan's dark brown eyes widened as Regina stared intensely at him, channeling something blue into the warped, broken bones.
The pain in his leg alleviated to its usual dull ache, but Regina's message kept playing over and over again in Ivan's mind as if it was stuck. Why didn't it finish? What demons? His muddled brain could barely wrap itself around the cryptic message. Despite the pain in his leg being gone, his trachea was still spasming and contracting erratically, little air getting into his lungs. He couldn't hold himself anymore and he started to retch, bringing up what little was left in his weak stomach. His breath came in short, raggedy gasps, his face paling to a ghostly white. 
[@ArenaSnow]