Getting hit by a spear was one of the worst experiences a human being could experience. Cavemen may be tougher, yes, but they still felt pain.

The sharp pain, and shock from being stabbed by a spear was overwhelming. Adrenaline may help ignore the pain for a while, but after it died down, every ounce of pain could be felt afterwards.

Those who had sharp, stone spear heads lodged, and hooked a few inches deep within their flesh, suffered the most. For one thing, the pressure they felt on their bodies because of the lodged head felt as if a dinosaur was stepping on their wounds.

It was harsh, but at least the spear heads stagnated some of the blood loss.

As for the wounded folk who were simply stabbed, and had no spear heads in their bodies, they were bleeding out quickly. Those folk had the wisdom to try and cover their wounds.

Cloth of any sort were rare around here, unless they were comfortable stripping themselves naked, and using their clothes to cover their wounds. Some of them did too, the men especially, but those who had more than one stab wound on them, gaping at around four inches long per wound, had to get more creative.

They saw their wounds, they saw that it was deep, and they saw that their body was bleeding too much, and so, like a baby being introduced to a puzzle with a picture of a horse on it, they linked some patterns together, and started stuffing big rocks in their wounds.

Was it painful? Yes. Was it hygienic and safe? Not in any universe, but it helped stagger the blood loss.

The sharp pain raised their heartbeats up, which in turn, kept them awake, and helped them avoid crashing into an eternal slumber. They knew that they had to hold on for a little while longer, so they tried their best to keep themselves alive.

Jimmy believed that he had been prioritizing the most wounded people, but once he got back to the twenty wounded, spread across the battlefield, he discovered that he was dealing with people who did not care to beg for help.

There were people with three stab wounds on them, and neither of them had bothered to ask Jimmy for help so far. In one way, they did not want to question the process of the tribe's Chief, and on the other hand, they didn't want to teach a healer how to heal.

They trusted in his competence, and they were too proud to ask for help. The men, especially, and since they endured stuffing rocks in their wounds, rocks which they picked out to strategically fit in their wounds, they felt good enough to wait for their turn.

"Jesus, fuck!" Jimmy exclaimed, when he walked into a man with three wounds, "What did you do to yourself? Why didn't you ask for my help, God damn it!"

"You were busy," The man answered.

"Busy looking for the most wounded," He sighed, "You must have lost a liter of blood already, fuck!"

"What is a liter?" The man asked.

Jimmy did not answer. He simply tapped into the man's heartbeat, and so he was ready to seal his wounds. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

In a rush, he pulled two rocks out of the man's wounds, and as he realized what he did, he held his breath in, expecting the man to lose his shit, but that was not the case. The man, a hardy, hairy archer in his forties, did not even budge.

"Damn," He sighed, "You're a tough cookie."

In a rush, he pulled the third rock out of the man's wound, and within seconds, he sealed up all three of them. This only cost him one-percent of mana, because the archer was stabbed in his fat stomach. The spears hadn't had the chance to go deep enough and hit his internal organs, and with that considered, sealing fat up, and sealing the skin on top of it, was quite cost-effective in terms of mana.

"If you feel like you're falling asleep, don't." He said, "Call me right away this time. Don't wait for things to get worse."

The man simply nodded in response. He did not seem to care, and was overall very happy, likely because he got to tear through many enemies today. The thought process behind hardened men was both simple, and complicated to figure out, but at this rate, even though most did not report their horrid wounds, Jimmy was happy that he was dealing with men and women alike who could handle great amounts of pain. He wouldn't want to be around cry-babies who behaved as if the sky was falling down on them every time they stubbed their toe.

Jimmy discovered that there were a lot of wounded people who didn't even bother to ask for his help. Or, they weren't in a rush to get help, at least.

Most of them stuffed rocks in their wounds, and specifically, there were five people with three stab-wounds on them. He tore through them quickly, in a good way, and sealed their wounds up.

To each man or woman, he said, "I don't have enough mana to heal your torn muscles, or broken bones, but if you feel like you're getting worse, please tell me."

The wounded were somewhat cooperative with his requests, or at the very least, indifferent. Although they did not holler, the pain was numbing their feelings, and although they respected Jimmy enough to lend an ear to him, most of the wounded were older than him, so to them, he looked like a child babbling about a cool rock he found. They simply nodded a long, like a grandpa who listened to his grandson's stories about dinosaurs.

Granted, Jimmy knew enough about dinosaurs, but that was still the case.

Anyway, to give them a shot at survival that his mana alone couldn't provide right now, he found Anna, safe, sound, and unwounded, and sent her on a hunt.

"Grab Gutty, and bring us some meat. Our home is too far away, so you're gonna have to try and hunt something decent around here." He said, "We need about a hundred pounds of raw meat, we don't need to cook it, I can deal with the parasites myself later on, but these people have lost too much blood, and we have to restore some of it."

"Arlight," She nodded, "Wouldn't it be faster if I grabbed Bonita?"

"She can't carry much, take Gutty," He insisted. "The wounded on Gutty's back are looking better, so help them climb down, and get us some meat."

Anna did not question him on the matter any further. She hopped on top of Gutaxun's back, and took off. Most herbivores were awake by now, so she was confident she'd find her people something to eat, even up here, close to the tip of the mountain.

As for Jimmy, he kept treating the wounded. With his mana pool depleting, he aimed to be as efficient as possible, so he could seal up every wound of theirs, and not leave anyone out.

Stab wounds were a horrid experience for most, and he knew that he did not have enough mana to heal all their internal damage, be it a torn tendon, or otherwise, but damage like that, although extremely painful, could be healed later on. He just wanted to keep them alive long enough for them to receive a second round of treatment.

Anyway, after treating the severely wounded, prioritized the ones who had a spear head stuck in them. People with such wounds were hardly mobile right now, especially those with spear heads stuck in their legs, so he wanted to give them some inner peace, and remove the spear heads before the pain was too much for them to handle.

Zik was one of those wounded, but it took some convincing to help him. He insisted that the rest of the wounded get treated first, and he was adamant on that demand, but at some point Jimmy stopped asking, and pulled the spear out of Zik's leg with one single motion.

Seconds later, he sealed up the wound, and said, "I'm trying to keep everyone alive, Zik. If I said that it's your turn to be healed, then you have to trust me on that. I'm not planning on letting anyone die today."

"Well, damn," Zik grunted, "The balls on you, kid."

Jimmy continued with his 'path of healing' so to speak. He danced around the mountainside like an extremely worried ballerina, and managed to heal all twenty-seven of the wounded. With three-percent of mana to spare too.

He tried his best to be efficient, and he achieved it, and by that time, Anna already got back from the hunt, and had Gutty toss a four-hundred pound herbivore in front of them. Jimmy could not recognize the species, it looked like it was the first ever mammal, but then again, he didn't care for the science behind this species right now.

Although he was not skilled, or even experienced at gutting animals, he grabbed a spear, and started tearing through the carcass.