Eduard had been tending to Aerex' wounds as best he could. Neev had done a good job at mending the most grievous injuries and brought him back from certain death. However, the damage to his arms and the blue streaks across his skin was another matter entirely. He knew what it was. Mana Sickness. Whatever power he used, his body certainly wasn't able to handle it. He was lucky to be even breathing. As he got around to figuring out how to help his most recent patient, Eduard was approached by a taller man. Wearing odd clothes, the newest arrival stood out with his pair of glowing blue eyes. Another Grusk. There was something about him that made Eduard want to step away from the table. But he held fast. He wouldn't abandon a patient. Even if the odds were stacked against him. When the Grusk asked his question, Eduard wasn't any more reassured than he was before. He didn't know him and whoever it was, he was clearly very powerful. This 'Jeevak' may have claims to royalty to the crown of the Grandis Empire. But he wouldn't hesitate to defend this hospital if he needed to. 

"Be gentle." He said, noting Jeevak's rather large size. "...And brief. He needs rest." Glancing down at Aerex, Eduard turned to his female companion behind them and walked over to her. Leaving Jeevak and Aerex alone. Though, he still kept an eye on them just in case.

Jeevak nodded. "I appreciate the care these people have shown. I shall return this favor. However, I am afraid that removing mana sickness, even in the form of healing, is not a painless process." Jeevak stepped to look over the young grusk, seeing were the mana sickness had spread. "Your healer is a talented one, despite the fact that I don't see any traces of Isoli magic on this one, commend them." Jeevak said no more as he lifted both hands over Aerex, concentrating balls of mana in the palms of is hands. The concentration was so great, the was a loud low pitched humming that started to reverberate through the air around them.

 Without so much as an incantation, a small blue sphere of light formed at his left palm, the side Aerex's head was resting. Jeevak's hand then crushed the ball of light in his hand, and as he seemed to crumble it into dust over Aerex. As the dust settled as a mist over Aerex, everywhere that was effected by the mana sickness started to glow blue, and in particular parts, red. The mana orb that formed in his right hand was green, and when he crushed it, bolts of green electricity arced around his own body, but then regathered to arc around his right arm.
Jeevak pointed to each red spot in the mist. "Here... This shows where the mana paths in this boy's spirit have broken. In an attempt to seal off the part of the body that craves mana after it has ran itself ragged to the point it cant hold it anymore, the soul will block it off, so that the mana will not continue to bleed away.... Few can fix this. We think with our minds doctor, but our heart... is the center of the soul," he slowly explained as he held Aerex down with his left arm. From his right fist he extended his index and middle finger, and then stabbed them into Aerex's heart through sheer force. The Green electricity pulsed through Aerex's body enough to lift himoff the bed if Jeevak wasn't holding him down. The pain would be unthinkable, however, the mana sickness could be seen to slowly fade the longer he the green lightning to him. The red mist faded, and then the blue soon washed away with it.

Jeevak pulled his fingers out from Aerex's heart, his hand covered in his blood. Using said blood, he drew an 'X over  the puncture wound, Aerexs body would still be twitching from the shock, an occasional green arc would pop up as he did. Jeevak would then place his right palm over the wound, and the blood would start to glow white hot with a slight crimson sheen and then it would fade away into oblivion. The wound began to heal itself rapidly, and save for the excitement the moment may have caused, would get Aerex's heartbeat back to normal. At the end of the treatment, the doctor would find not a single trace of an injury, not even a blemish. "You are safe once more... we will find each other again, when you are ready." Jeevak said in a low tone to the Grusk.

Aerex was barely aware of Jeevak until he began to cast his spell. The Grusk tailor slowly opened his eyes, though his vision was still blurry. His arms still burned and he could barely move. It was as if he was stuck in a bad dream. He heard voices but couldn't make sense of them. Colors started to pop up over him. They were bright red and green. In his state of mind, he thought he was seeing the stars in the sky. What followed wasn't too pleasant... 

Aerex felt a deep piercing pain in his chest. It made him scream and struggle. Whatever pain he had before simply didn't compare to whatever this was. Tears flowed from his eyes as Jeevak healed him with the spell. The screaming made Eduard run back to the table, but stopped once he saw what was happening. Earlier, he had been idly listening to Jeevak's explanation, but... he didn't think it would be this bad. But, in just a few seconds it was over. When Jeevak finished, Eduard walked over to Aerex to check on him. He was a panting and still concious. Somehow... He looked him over to check for any other injuries the spell might caused. But there was nothing he could see. Eduard looked at Jeevak with a mix of curiosity and fear. What was he? Were Grusk truly this powerful...? He didn't say anything aloud however...

After the ordeal, Aerex laid there. His vision had gotten slightly better and the pulsing pain in his arms was gone. However, he was beyond exhausted. He looked up and to the side, seeing a large man with white hair and piercing blue eyes. Not anyone he recognized. However, whoever it was, they were emanating some strange force that Aerex could feel. He couldn't explain it. The man leaned in and spoke to him. Aerex couldn't help but focus on his eyes. It was something he would never forget. Had this been the man who stopped the pain? 

"Wait..." Aerex managed to speak, his voice low and shaky. "W-who are you...?"

Jeevak was about to walk off when he heard the young man barely speak. [color=6A5ACD]"King Jeevak, of the Grandis Empire. I look forward to our next encounter, young gruskan mage. Rest, recover, and stand proud, young one. You are no longer alone in this world,"[/color] he told Aerex.

Impossible. At first, Aerex refused to believe it. There was no way this "Jeevak" was the King of the Grandis Empire. If anything, he was a pretender. Aerex' mother always taught him stories about the fall of the Empire. It was gone. Period. However, whoever that stranger was. Jeevak. He was definitely Grusk. A powerful one at that. It reminded him of the stories his mother used to tell him. About powerful healers and warriors who served the Empire in the days of old. Those thoughts lingered in his head as his body slowly lost its battle with exhaustion. The last thing he remembered were Jeevak's eyes. A piercing blue. They were the first thing he saw before the pain went away. If this was all true. He needed to seek Jeevak out. He wanted to know more...