Auvrea turned to the front of the bus where Gabby just collapsed. She excused herself from her conversation with Beatrice and ran to her. She placed her hand ontop of the wound. It began to heal, her skin began to close and the wound healed, somewhat.
She never really practiced healing, so the wound was still a small cut. But it was better than it was. She looked around a little embarrased. She moved back. The flesh had healed, leaving only the tiniest od scrapes, she should practice more. "I should practice more." She thought.