The Healer
“You have to save him, Katelyn. You have to,” he begged.
“It might be too late,” Gwen warned as I stood and climbed onto the bed beside them.
“You’re going to have to let him go and stand back,” I said, my voice small and scared. Max let Ben go, sliding him onto the mattress where we’d found him and then got off. I swung my leg over Ben’s still hips and pressed both hands into his wound. I felt the blood slid over my fingers as I closed my eyes and concentrated. I felt his organs mending, his veins closing, his bones realigning. The skin of his abdomen closed underneath my hands but he didn’t jump up, like Gwen had earlier. I moved my hands to his heart, and just felt for something, for a flicker of life, something to show me he wasn’t dead. But nothing came. I climbed off and sat down in the corner, staring at my blood-covered hands.
“Katelyn,” Gwen knelt in front of me.
“He’s dead. I can’t, I can’t bring him back.”
“It might be too late,” Gwen warned as I stood and climbed onto the bed beside them.
“You’re going to have to let him go and stand back,” I said, my voice small and scared. Max let Ben go, sliding him onto the mattress where we’d found him and then got off. I swung my leg over Ben’s still hips and pressed both hands into his wound. I felt the blood slid over my fingers as I closed my eyes and concentrated. I felt his organs mending, his veins closing, his bones realigning. The skin of his abdomen closed underneath my hands but he didn’t jump up, like Gwen had earlier. I moved my hands to his heart, and just felt for something, for a flicker of life, something to show me he wasn’t dead. But nothing came. I climbed off and sat down in the corner, staring at my blood-covered hands.
“Katelyn,” Gwen knelt in front of me.
“He’s dead. I can’t, I can’t bring him back.”