Personification of Aura
Jyorta clutched his head, feeling the pain from the smack. His vision blurred as his eyes moistened, with the tears filling to the brim, on the verge of spilling out. He felt something through his senses as he moved his head. But, the attack was faster; a pale blue fist smacked him again, also healing the damage it had inflicted.
The nurse then inspected his body condition, focused on the task, her expression tinged with anger. From time to time, her psychic arm would hover above his head and curl up into a fist. Sometimes, she would control her urges but oftentimes, she would smack him.
Finally, the nurse nodded, seeing Jyorta's healthy complexion. "It seems you are back to normal."
His expression was of curiosity, of one filled with questions. The nurse turned around, nodding after seeing that there wasn't anyone she had to treat for the time being. She glanced at Jyorta, "Jyorta Bone from October Batch, right?"