Had I been able to breathe properly in the first place, I probably would have been hyperventilating. I was dying and I knew it. Unlike my previous deaths (with the exception of my original human death) this was not quick. I was just going to have to lay there and wait for my broken body to give up so that Conrad could send me back. I didn't know how long this would take and I didn't want to be awake for all of it. Hopefully the pain would at least cause my mind to relinquish consciousness after a while.
But my mind was in perfect working order. Maybe I could call upon my telekinetic powers and heal myself the way I'd healed Sylnie—only faster. I needed to do it much faster. The pain was total and it crawled along my body in dreadful, shivering waves. One way or another, I needed it to stop.
I started with my breathing. It was difficult to focus on anything other than how miserable I was, but slowly I forced the bones out of my bronchioles and sealed the holes in my lungs. I moved onto my legs, repairing my shattered femurs and patching up the singed and shredded skin.
Though my legs were probably functional now, I didn't have the strength to stand. But I did have a little less pain to occupy my thoughts and I began to observe the scene around me as I leaned against the sycamore and mended my arms.
Peter Quincy High School was in ruins. The administrative offices had been absolutely leveled and the gymnasium behind it was in a similar condition. The math department still stood with only a few scorch marks, but science wing had been obliterated and the shreds of burnt paper from the library blew past me as the wind shifted. I occasionally caught glimpses of demonic forms moving around the edges of the building, doubtlessly planning the next detonation of their psychic explosives.
And here I was, watching it happen.
Someone standing beside me cleared his throat. "Should I be assuming that you have a good reason for just sitting there while human civilization goes up in flames?"
I painfully craned my neck in the direction of the voice. "Talamur!" I exclaimed weakly. "Man, who'd have ever thought I'd be this glad to see my murderer again!"