Hank barely heard the cop talking to him as he took his place, crouched over the man's chest. He pushed down on the red-soaked cloth of the t-shirt, trying to hold the blood in by will as he let himself open up to the world. The wound was bad, he'd seen that straight away. The impalement, made worse by the impact of a charging horse, had torn through the man's upper chest and shoulder. Blood was everywhere.
Energy slid up from the earth and through him. as he let himself fall away, eyes seeing past flesh to the reality of spirit. Cords of twining energy made up a wood-grain pattern of life. Hank could see the energy leaking from a ragged break in the grain. He smoothed the pattern, reducing the pain as he sent out saplings of energy to tie off the bleeding in the main wound. The damage lessened, he let the man's life-force bouy itself up on his own. He became a channel, and life moved through him.
Hank felt the man's body still under his hands, muscles relaxing. He breathed out. "You're good, you're going to be fine. The Police are here and an ambulance is coming," he comforted the man, falling into the same authoritative patter and tone he'd used when comforting people as a cop.
Hank looked up at the officer. "We're good, I think he's going to be okay," He replied carefully. He'd done what needed to be done, he just hoped that if the officer noticed, he wouldn't freak out. "Did anyone see where the unicorn went?"