A/N: I don't own the movie. I don't know if I got the description of Central Park right, but we soon find out why Bumlets is so interested in this girl he had never noticed before.

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Healer stood on her street corner, using her natural attractiveness to persuade most men to buy her papes and a peck on the cheek, or she smiled gently or willed them to buy her papes by imagining them doing so in her mind. It did the trick. Before she knew it, she managed to sell all her 50 papes just with the front-page headline. She didn't even have to go elsewhere. It had reached about midday when she sold her last paper, and it was getting hot where she was standing, so she wiped the sweat off her forehead from the hot midday sun, and made her way over to Central Park.

It was a huge park, where she was going, and most people saw it as a random bit of countryside in the middle of the city, with lovely big trees, soft grass that grew longer in the cooler months, a small lake and lots of shade. It was the only place in the city where you could really see the stars. She walked towards the park, and when she stepped onto the soft grass, she relished the change from pavement to grass, and she stopped to take a deep, fresh, clean breath of cool air and walked further in. She found her favorite tree after a few minute's walk, and she sat and leaned against it, resting before lunch.

"HEY! Ya lousy, stinkin' scab!" A somewhat familiar voice sounded from a few dozen feet away, on the other side of her tree. It sounded like a fight, and there was another voice, younger than her friend's, and he sounded like he was getting hurt. The other four voices were the Delancy brothers, having apparently recovered from their little encounter with her earlier, and two other voices she didn't recognize, older. She pushed herself to her feet, and walked confidently around the tree.

There was Bumlets fighting against four older guys, trying to protect a smaller, black boy, who was being shaken by the two others he wasn't fighting, and they both looked injured, though the scabs didn't get away unpunished. The dirty blonde scab she didn't recognize had blood coming out of his mouth from the punch Bumlets just threw at him, the other dark-haired one had a bruise forming on his cheekbone, and Oscar and Morris were still looking weak from the morning's encounter, but still they were fighting. Oscar was holding the black kid in the air, and was getting his legs kicked and arms twisted as the small one struggled, and Morris was bent double from where he had the wind knocked out of him.

I stood casually in front of the fight, observing how the fight was going. It was going worse for my friends, so I decided to intervene.

"Well 'ello boys…" I drawled lazily, and the Delancey brothers looked up hastily, though the others kept fighting. "Have ya not learned ya lesson?" I strolled forward as the others kept fighting, though I saw Bumlets throw a glance over in my direction, to match my face to my name, and nearly got punched in the eye for it. He now had the little kid on his feet, and they were both fighting. The Delancey brothers glared at me, but didn't move forward. I moved forward and stroked Oscar's jaw teasingly, and I smiled a little. Oscar grinned. "Don't make me angry." A look of confusion shot across Oscar's face as my smile turned into a fierce scowl as my hand left his chin balling into a fist- and pushing from the ground- punching him in the chest. The fight began again.

I managed to hit many people, none of them felt like friends though, so I just sank into my fighting trance, letting my body and fighting knowledge take care of me while I extended my field perception outwards. This told me where everyone was, like I was hovering slightly above the ground, watching myself fight- and my fighting knowledge told my body what to do to counter the attacks, and my body reacted.

Finally, the scabs had had enough, and either ran away, or dragged along one of the others who couldn't run, and I slowly let my body come to a halt, and I stood there silently, looking towards the ground, waiting until my consciousness fully settled in again and for my fighting instincts to settle. Then I looked up and around for my friends.

There they were. Bumlets was resting against the side of my favorite tree, holding his hand up to his left eye, grimacing, and his right forearm looked pretty badly bruised, judging by the mark on it and the way he held it. Ouch. That looks painful… I thought as I walked over towards them, wincing in sympathy. Bumlets looked up as I walked towards him, winced in greeting, and looked back down again. His friend, the black boy was lying on his back on the grass, trying to keep the pressure away from his ribs. I glanced at Bumlets and decided to look after his friend first, who had his eyes closed and his face showed some pain.

I centered myself as I walked to him, and I grounded, drawing up some energy from the earth when I kneeled next to him. I leaned over so I was sitting with my legs to my side, and I put my left hand on the ground, using that as a quick way to draw up energy, and I held my right hand a few inches over the middle of the kid's chest, closing my eyes. I sent my gathered energy into his chest, and I 'looked' around to see what was wrong with him. He had two broken ribs and a few bruised. No wonder he was in pain. I set to work putting the bones back into place, and I set them to healing quicker than usual, and I lessened the pain around them. To get rid of the pain completely was just morally wrong in this case. Leaving them tender was sending signals to his brain to be careful.

I pulled away from him, opening my eyes, and I looked at the kid. He had his eyes open now, and he was looking at me in wonder and gratification. I smiled at him, and turned to face Bumlets, and smiled wider. He was looking at me in amazement, one hand still covering his eye, the other wide, and his mouth slightly open. I moved myself closer to him.

"You- you-" he stuttered in surprise, looking at me.

"Shh…" I soothed, and I turned him around so that his head was resting on my leg, and he just lay there, not knowing what to do, his hand still over his eye. His friend was sitting up now, slightly pained, but was watching us interact curiously.

Bumlet's hair was so smooth, so soft and silky, even though it needed a wash, and I just stroked it with my left hand, drawing up energy through my bum, and I gently caressed his chin and his cheek with my right hand, sensing his tension, and telling his body to rest, and he relaxed, his face letting go of any hard facial expression requiring muscles, leaving looking peaceful. His hand slipped away from his eyes, and my instincts made me make a sound of a sad croon as I saw how badly his eye was hurt, and allowing my instincts to guide me, I placed my right hand on his temple, next to his bruised, purple and black eye. He looked up into my eyes just as I was closing them, and the image of his lovely brown eye stayed for a few seconds in the front of my mind, before I sent it to the back, sending the healing energy I had gathered into his eyes. I could feel Bumlets close his other eye, trusting me completely.

I saw the state of his eye as a complete mass of pain and other things that shouldn't be there. His eyeball was affected, so I immediately set to fixing that, putting his eye into it's proper shape and getting rid of the fluids that shouldn't be there by leaking it out between his eyelids. Once that was fixed, that was pretty much everything, though I took away the general pain of the leftover bruise and sent it into the earth. As I usually did with the more serious injuries of my friends, I leaned over until I was a few inches away from him, and I dropped an imaginary kiss onto his eye without touching him, and I straightened back up. With my eyes closed still, I ran my hand lightly over his shoulder, across his chest, and I followed his right arm down past the bruise site which I didn't touch, and close to the wrist, I slid my hand under his arm and lifted it a little closer to me.

That hurt him a little, my moving it, and I was sorry that I caused him pain, and I tried to tell him so by stroking his forehead softly with my other hand, and he relaxed again. I gently laid his arm across his chest, and relaxed his hand, sending my energy into his arm. This pain was caused by the normal function of his blood taking care of a smacked muscle. It was very busy here, as it seemed that this muscle was smacked very hard. I set about helping out, and soon enough, he and I had the muscle soothed, and only a dull ache remained there, and if the muscle actually had an individual personality, it would've been somewhat grumpy then. I smiled, and withdrew, very tired. Healing sometimes took the energy right out of me, leaving me in a desperate need for sleep.

I opened my eyes as I yawned, and I saw Bumlet's beautiful brown eyes looking up into my tired eyes thankfully. I couldn't stay awake, and the last thing I saw was those eyes looking concerned.

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A/N: Ever been healed before? What Healer has done here is what is called Reiki. Look it up, and you'll find that it actually exists.