She sat up and gripped his hand with both, focusing on his clavicle and his ribs which crackled back into place and knit more firmly together. The sound startled Maxine and she let go. The physical manifestation of the Red faded quickly but the relief was instant.
"Are you okay?" Maxine stared at Wash wide eyed, not entirely sure herself the extent of what she had done and mildly afraid that she might be in trouble.