"Shhh! I'm trying to concentrate." She sounded just the slightest bit bossy, only she wasn't playing with make up or paint but Wash's internal organs. All the bits that were bruised and swollen, punctured, cut and stitched, started to properly knit themselves back together.
The skin was next. Maxine didn't heal any scars -- those were essentially healed already. The cuts and the scrapes closed themselves, stitches were pushed out and fell off as though they'd never really been sewn in to begin with and the bruises and swelling disappeared.
"I don't know if I can do the bones yet."
Wash was completely covered in wriggling streams of red and Maxine frowned indecisively.