Allistor cast Nature’s Boon on her as well, wishing fervently that Amanda was here.  He didn’t know if he should try and reset the broken bone, or not.  If he just healed her as she was, would it straighten itself out?  Or would she be stuck with it in that position?

Starting to get the feeling back in his arm, he pulled another healing potion from his ring and poured it down her throat.  He had to gently push her mouth shut to make her swallow, and she ended up coughing some of it out.  The pain from the cough brought her back to consciousness.

“Owwww…” was all she said before closing her eyes and lying very still.  Allistor cast the healing spell on her again, then began to speak to her.

“You’re hurt, but you’ll live.  I’m not sure how to fix your arm…”

A moment later she screamed as the broken bone snapped back into alignment with a grinding sound.  She was instantly unconscious again.

Allistor moved to sit next to her, back against the truck as he took some deep breaths.  Sure now that she was going to recover, he cast one more heal on himself.  His mana was still about half full, but he wanted to be ready in case something heard the battle and came to investigate.

Realizing his shotgun was laying in the road on the other side of the truck, he pulled another one from his ring and set it in his lap.  Pulling some granola bars from his ring, he dropped one on Helen’s lap before using his teeth and his good left arm to open his.  A few bites later, and he was feeling better.  After five minutes, the pain in his ribs was down to a dull throbbing, and he could move his arm freely.

Looking at the still unconscious Helen, he admitted, “Okay, maybe running over the giant angry baby snake queen was a bad idea.”  He cast one more heal on her, his mana having regenerated some as he ate.

A few minutes later, she blinked and took a panicked breath.  He put a hand on her shoulder and spoke softly. “It’s okay.  You got smushed, but you’re gonna live.”  He patted her shoulder reassuringly as she opened her eyes and looked around, confused.

She eventually focused on him, her reactions a little slow as she was clearly concussed.  Spitting some blood out of her mouth, she asked, “Who are you?”

Allistor cursed.  Long and colorfully.  If she had permanent brain damage… “I’m Allistor.  Your friend, Helen.”

“Who’s Helen?”  She looked around as if seeking another person.  Allistor sighed, preparing himself to deal with some kind of amnesia.

Just as he was opening his mouth to explain, she barked a laugh.  Then she held her head between both hands at the pain it caused.  After a moment, she let out a long breath.  “Sorry. I was just screwin’ with ya.” She offered him a pained, lopsided grin.