It was almost like trying to patch up Ichigo all over again, with how uncooperative Artemis was being. Having a bottle of shinten with him would come in handy at a time like this, but sadly, it was gone along with all of his other healing supplies, leaving Hanatarou to attempt to get a bandage made of a torn sheet on Artemis' shoulder. "N-no, Fowl-san, I have to...please hold still..."

Fortunately the other finally stopped struggling, and Hanatarou breathed a faint sigh of relief and closed his eyes, a faint green glow tracing his hands as they hovered just above the boy's wounds. Now that he'd had the experience of healing with the limits placed upon him here, he knew what to expect; the dizziness he ignored, as well as the pain that started at the base of his neck and slowly swelled to encompass the rest of his head.

He pushed on through the weakness that threatened to overwhelm him, willing the torn flesh to seal itself back together, and it almost did. It almost healed, though the newly-formed tissue was still weak and likely to tear again if stressed; the injury was still there, but at least Artemis' life was no longer in danger.

That was enough, and the healer had to be content with that, as for the second time that night he momentarily lost the struggle against his own limitations. The glow abruptly disappeared from his hands, and an instant later Hanatarou slowly toppled forward onto his patient.