The scene of the accident

Matt could feel the hum of his power from his ring all through his body as he sat up. Initially his vision was distorted, but then his dislocated eye was drawn back into its socket. A few experimental blinks and he was able to see again. Around him people were screaming. He couldn't quite make out what yet. Standing up, he could see had given off a thick black fog, obscuring him from others. He could see Ashley, not to far from him. His mind felt thick and groggy, but through it cut a degree of guilt. His reckless power got them both killed.

But he had fixed his own ****, maybe he could fix hers too.

Matt stood in front of her mangled body. Glass had broken her skin and bone had broken her form. He could fix that.
The power came easily now, it welled from within him, eager for use. Shadows pulled beneath her broken body, pulling it back into shape, stitching her flesh. Shadow drew up into her nose, breathing life back into her. With a snap, her neck returned to its proper angle. She gasped and Matt knew he had done all he could. He dimly wondered what she had experienced with her encounter with ****.

Matt could feel a thread between them. She was scared, not of him, but of others.

This human shard of thought broke Matt at last of his reverie, his shadow fog began to disperse, Matt felt the grasp he had on his power slipping, becoming more ephemeral and arcane. But in its place rational thought came forth, with it, a plan.