Amputates

The first medic did as he was told, although Clark
could tell from the look in his eyes that he didn't
understand. Clark closed his eyes for a moment, and
then let out the briefest puff of air. He hated doing this.
Unfortunately, every moment he spent debating
this was one less moment someone else had to live.
He glanced down at the juncture of leg and rock.

The smell of sizzling flesh made Clark nauseous.
As the man screamed and pulled away from the
rubble unconscious, the medic stared at Clark.
The men around him had already gotten used to
the idea that he could fly, but the idea that a man could
become his own scalpel still astonished them.
When he found the second medic gesturing toward
him, Clark said quietly, "I can't do this again ... not so
soon."

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