Five minutes to heal around seventy people

“Ah…” I trailed off as we reached our destination. Ren opened the door for me and I gave him a nod as I passed, flicking my gaze over the wounded, measuring their health bars quickly before going to the most wounded and kneeling beside them.

Ren followed.

“As I said, I’ve never seen a healer before,” He said as I rose and moved to the next patient. “About how long does something like this take?”

I glanced around at the people in the room. Most of them were asleep though some just looked glassy-eyed. Painkillers of some kind? I’d check when I got to them. Still, there only seemed to be about sixty, seventy people here. About…

“Five minutes, maybe?” I mused. “I’ll need to make sure I fixed everything.”

“That’s all?” He sounded surprised, following my gaze to the many injured. “That’s…that’s amazing.”

“I suppose it is,” I said a bit distractedly, focused on how my Aura flowed through the patient’s body and what areas it marked. “If you don’t need them for anything urgent, you may want to let them finish sleeping, though. They should be fine physically, but considering what happened…what did happen, anyway?”

“The Grimm,” He answered, giving a true yet useless answer. When I paused in my work to shoot him a look, he smiled briefly before looking down at the person I was healing. “We really don’t know beyond that, they just suddenly attacked. As far as I could tell, nothing major happened to provoke them; I just suddenly heard shouting and found about thirty or forty Grimm inside the city. I found a larger gathering of them about ten kilometers west of here that they might have broken off from, but…”

“But that doesn’t explain how they got inside,” I finished and moved on.

“No, it doesn’t,” He said quietly.

“You were the one that called in the Hunters, then?” I asked absently. A compound fracture in the left leg, broken ribs, shredded…

“I told my grandfather when I returned. He said he called one of my mother’s old friends for help,” Ren replied, watching my work carefully, as if trying to memorize it. Unless he could see Aura, though, I wasn’t sure what that would accomplish; all I was doing physically was laying my hands on people. “She told him to, if something like this ever happened.”

I wondered if that had anything to do with why this was the mission I was sent along on—if Ozpin, who I was guessing was the friend in question, had wanted a healer to fix things.

It didn’t really matter, I suppose. I was here, so I’d help.

“My father and his team are very strong,” I said. “They’re all Hunters, after all. It should be…”

I shrugged, not sure what to say. My ability to honestly assure people that nothing would go wrong had taken something of a hit recently.

“I know,” Ren sighed quietly. “I just…have a bad feeling.”

I frowned slightly as I looked up at him and then nodded. Who was I to dismiss feelings of impending doom?

“Let me finish here,” I said. “Then I’ll look around and see what I can find?”

He lifted an eyebrow and I chuckled.

“Hey, I said I was training to be a Hunter, didn’t I?” I asked. “I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve.”

He nodded and fell back to let me work. I finished faster than I expected, healing them all in about three and a half minutes, and then rose to face Ren.