It felt awkward, having this random man who looked like Spock holding his goddamn hand. He was uncomfortable, but he reminded himself that this was a medical thing. Sort of. More like voodoo, but never mind that. He wanted Joanna to get better, and that was all that really mattered.
He watched with a mixture of surprise and awe as Gabriel's hands glowed softly and the wound faded away to nothing. "Well, I'll be damned," he said, examining his hand. "Fascinating. Really...just...fascinating." He nodded to Gabriel and moved toward the bedroom. "She's this way. Sure as hell not gonna argue with something like that."