"Oh, Michael. Please help me." Liz sobbed. "It hurts so much."
"I'm trying, Liz. I just need you to calm down a little for me."
"I can't, Michael, I can't. It hurts too much."
"You have to try to relax so I can fix this. You know my powers can be wonky," Michael said as he bent over her, sweat beading on his forehead.
"It won't work. I know I'm going to die. I can feel myself getting cold."
"Liz, don't talk like that, you're going to be ok."
"No I'm not, Michael. I can feel this thing inside me. It hurts so much," Liz whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't want to leave you."
"You are not going anywhere, Liz. I won't let you. But right now I need you to hold very still for me," he said as their eyes locked.
Liz nodded and gritted her teeth.
"Aaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh."
"There, I got it!" Michael crowed triumphantly.
"Oh, Michael, thank you so much," Liz said as she flung her arms around his neck.
"You're welcome."
"Can, can I see it?" she whispered.
"Are you sure?" When Liz nodded, Michael opened his hand to reveal the tiny wooden splinter.
"Oh." She blushed bright red. "Well, it felt a lot bigger."
Michael just smiled, "Let's get you a bandaid for that finger."
End.