As a father, how could he not know the terrible pain his child was feeling?
Under that double blow, Whitebeard's eyes widened until they were nearly bloodshot.
"Pops, let me..."
A weak voice came from behind Whitebeard.
In that brief span, the Phoenix's formidable regenerative power had restored Marco's ability to move.
"Marco!"
Whitebeard was overjoyed. Holding down the screaming Weevil, he brought him before Marco.
Still pale, Marco bent to pick up the two severed hands from the deck. He brought them to Weevil, who was still howling in pain, aligned them with the bleeding stumps of his wrists, and carefully used his skills as a Ship Doctor to match the nerves and bones.
A moment later.
Marco drew a deep breath and activated his Devil Fruit power.
The Phoenix's flames of regeneration, a symbol of boundless vitality...
Blazed to life!
The brilliant blue flames kindled hope in Whitebeard's heart as well.
The instant the flames appeared, Weevil stopped screaming.
Dull-witted as he was, even he could feel the pain in his wrists fading. His seemingly irreparable injuries were healing.
After two or three minutes.
Marco, his face deathly pale, extinguished the flames. Swaying on his feet, he spoke in a thread of a voice.
"Pops, luckily his hands weren't severed for long, and Weevil's tough enough. He's mostly healed, but he'll still need..."
First he had healed the horrific wound that had nearly cut his own body in two. Then he had performed the grueling task of reattaching Weevil's hands.
Even Marco the Phoenix could now feel death breathing down his neck.
His words came in halting fragments. Before he could finish, the world spun around him.
Whitebeard nudged Weevil aside and gently caught Marco. "Get some rest, Marco. I'll handle everything from here."
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