"OK, OK... Control... Restraint..." Switch raises a hand over the wound penetrating Erik's shoulder and chest and kept it still. Closing his eyes and concentrating, small dark tendrils began to emerge from the wound, like thin black threads. They began to weave over each other and connect, beginning to stitch the wound up and seal it together. Some of the blood on the floor even began to move and flow towards Erik's body, as if time was reversing.