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What had happened was little more than a smear in the angel's mind, indecipherable. It took a few hard blinks to get the doctor's face to focus in his vessel's vision, and then the state of Jimmy's body. Sure enough, it was covered in bruises, blood, and lacerations.
"... This isn't necessary." Castiel let his head fall back against the gurney, eyes shut. A faint, high-pitched ringing filled Robby's ears, a scent like impending rain hit his nose, and every bruise and cut but the one he was working on lit up a bright and shining gold from within, and healed right before the doctor's eyes. It felt rude to undo Robby's work, so that particular laceration was left for him to continue suturing. "What does PTMC stand for, the term is unfamiliar."