As Fisk finished unbuttoning his shirt, Victor pulled the stool in the room over to the edge of the bed, so that he could sit down and take a closer look. He cast a quick spell which produced a soft orb of white light, which he could push with his hand to anywhere he needed better lighting — what the hospital rooms were equipped with wasn't the best for trying to see fine detail. "The skin itself isn't discolored. That's a good sign," he pointed out, sliding his wand back into the pocket of his robes. Discolored skin could have indicated the spell was packaged together with another hex, one whose effects weren't quite so obvious.

A few of the boils on Fisk's chest were lingering, despite his earlier spell to soothe them. Victor retrieved his wand and cast again, directing his spell more pointedly at the problem spots, and then shrank back into the skin. It struck him as the boils disappeared and he put his wand away again that Fisk cut a fine figure with his shirt unbuttoned, once his skin was clear. This was not exactly relevant to his attempts to heal him. He probably ought to stay focused on the task at hand — this was unprofessional.

"Any tenderness around it aside from the boils?" he asked, reaching in to put two fingers on Fisk's skin near the position he'd indicated. "If I touch here?" (He would have been doing this as the next part of his examination anyway — it had nothing to do with Fisk having a surprising amount of muscle beneath his shirt).

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