Backlash
Sael woke up feeling as if he had been run over by a semi, then it backed up and decided to peel out on his head. His eyes fluttered open to stare at the clouds above through the narrow slits of his helmet. He couldn't work up the energy to pull the helmet off so instead shunted his armor back into his inventory completely. Kneeling above him, Ara had one hand on his shoulder and the other on Shel's head. Blood trickled from her nose standing out starkly against her almost paper white complexion. Shrugging off her hand he barely managed to avoid screaming out in agony. He croaked out "Stop. Heal Shel." Ara only stopped when he continued to shrug her off resulting in a horrible wet racking cough. His efforts to stop her were doing more harm than she did good. She instead focused on healing Shel.