Garzok didn't pick up a single medical instrument. The wound was too severe. He placed a hand gingerly on Misa's back and whispered, "Heal."
A torrent of blue sparks swirled from his fingertips and sank into Misa's skin. Her face was flooded with color; blood was replenished and her breathing eased. As the magic healed her, Garzok used a small tool to dig out the bullet. New skin stretched over the tear, leaving only a faintly pink scar.
Misa's eyes fluttered open, and her vision cleared. She watched the last spark wink out, and looked up at Spike. She said nothing, but hugged him tightly. It was more meaningful than anything spoken.