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"Breathe. Breathe." I told myself, grasping the crystal tightly between my hands. I needed to make my way into his body, deep into his veins, and swim with the blood that rushes through him.
Remembering everything from healing William, I grounded my soul to the very ground in which I walked. I rose my head as high as I could and allowed my eyes to flutter closed.
A burst of light brightened my vision. I could finally see his insides, the pink anatomy that makes him who he is. I could see the very heart that holds all the love and hate he harbors.
I examined his body as a whole. An array of colors took over his organs. His kidneys a beautiful purple. His liver a deep green. His lungs a solid teal. Some how I knew these colors were safe and for now, his organs were healthy.
Scanning the rest of his body I saw nothing abnormal, nothing that would cause the state of torment he was in.
"There's nothing here." I said in my mind as panic started to set in. If I couldn't find anything wrong I would not be able to heal him. I needed something to touch, something to cradle in my hands. Something to transfer my healing power into.
"Ground yourself again." Abigail whispered. "It's there, you just have to find it."
"I don't know what part of "there is nothing here" you didn't understand." I spat out. "His body looks fine. And what kind of healer am I if I have to find the problem. Can't regular healers just heal a body as a whole?"
The wave of emotions that took over me were extremely heightened. They felt raw, intense.
After a moment of silence I knew Abigail wasn't going to acknowledge my nasty comment. I didn't mean to snap, but the frustration and anger that bubbled within me was enough to make me explode.
Deciding to search the easiest thing first, I started along his physical body, beginning at his head. Keeping myself grounded, still in healers form I combed my fingers through his soft hair searching for bumps or lumps. I sighed loudly in relief after my search came up clean.
Moving down to the sides of his neck I gently prodded his skin, feeling his lymph nodes under my fingers. They were enlarged, slightly protruding from its assigned place.
Wrapping my hands behind his head, I rolled my fingers from the nape of his neck down to the top of his back. Adjusting my hands to continue my search, a small bump stopped my fingers from moving.
Taking a look, I could see a small circular hole, small enough to be missed by the naked eye. It was about the size of a needle. For a second I thought back to all the work Dr. Ellen and the nurses did.
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FLASHBACK
Everything was happening was fast. The hospital room quickly filled with nurses and doctors from surrounding packs.
"All at once! Ready? 1, 2, 3 lift."
Mitchell's body was instantly transferred onto the gurney, his lifeless arms slipping off the sides.
The clinking of metal echoed throughout the room as everyone was hustling around, placing instruments on the metal tables.
"Get a BP and O2, I need to know what we are working with." Ellen demanded while she pried his eyes open and illuminated his eyes with light. But his pupils remained fixed, declining to react to the brightness.
"BP is dropping, 70/45. O2 is at 70%." A blonde nurse in the corner of the room yelled.
Dr. Ellen looked down at Mitchell and frowned. She was struggling to keep her emotions at bay, this was one of her pack members, a friend.
Shaking her head she snapped out of her daze. "You, Start IV fluids." She motioned to the brunette on her left. "And you, start another IV, give him 10 CCs of... " Her voice suddenly trailed off as she laid her head on his chest.
Her wolf seemed to have taken over for that split second, seeking to comfort her dying pack member.
"Shit!" She screeched. "His oxygen is degreasing. Bag him and start CPR."
Frustration was beginning to take over. All of their attempts to stabilize him was failing. Whatever was killing him showed no mercy and no signs of stopping.
As time went on his breathing became more and more shallow, almost non existent. If it wasn't for one of the nurses pumping air into his lungs, his chest would not be rising and falling as effortlessly was it was.
He looked peaceful, at ease with the horror that was unfolding before everyone's eyes. It was like everyone was holding their breath, watching as his lungs inflated the smallest bit. As he exhaled a small rattle escaped from his throat. With every breath he took, the gurgling followed, increasing in pitch.
"Please no!" Dr. Ellen whispered.
With the rest of the staff confused by the sound he was making, a small red head stepped forward.
"Why does he sound like that?" She asked.
With tears in her eyes Dr. Ellen continued to be fixed on Mitchell's face. "That is the death rattle. It means death will be taking him soon."
Without time to process the information Mitchell's vitals dropped, along with his breathing. Then the monitor went blank, a straight line appearing on the screen. Once the annoying beeps had stopped, a silence fell over the room for a split second.
"We're losing him, we have to intubate him." An older woman cried out. Taking charge, she stood at the head of the gurney and slowly pulled back his head so his chin was pointing to the ceiling.
Taking a curved, metal scope with a light on the end, she carefully inserted it into his mouth, opening his throat. As steady as she could she inserted the breathing tube, and fed it down into his airway. 483Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnc5WKGGbRQ
"Attach the bag." She yelled, grabbing a male nurse from his frozen stance.
Turning her attention to the massive slice in his stomach, she poked and prodded the skin around it.
"Get me a needle and sutures, I need to close him up. This could be a reason he keeps coding."
With him fully stitched he stabilized, but was not out of the woods just yet.
The older woman approached Dr.Ellen as she stood frozen in the back of the room.
"You did good Doc. You just couldn't fully see the issue because you're too close to him. I'll stay with you, I will be your shoulder to lean on."
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"Abigail, I found it. Whatever caused this pin prick is the reason he can't heal himself. And I know for a fact it was caused during the fight." I was starting to become excited. I was almost sure I found the cause, I just needed a better look.
Holding the crystal with one hand and my other on the mark, I pulled myself deeper into his skin. Deeper into the source of his pain.
I pushed myself directly underneath the puncture wound, between the layers of skin, fat and muscle. But everything was black, like his body was eating itself from the inside out.
Examining closer, I noticed pieces of the dead skin was breaking off. Camouflaged within the damaged skin were flecks of silver. Silver that started seeping into his body, into his blood.
I finally found it.
I can save him.
Not wanting to waste anymore time I started the healing process. "Helante Sagmorne" I chanted with my hands lightly covering the dead skin.
"Helante Sagmorne"
Slowly the skin began to heal, the hole closing up a little at a time, until it stopped. The skin returning to its damaged state as more silver trickled into his blood, this time faster than before.
"It's not working!" I screamed to Abigail. "It keeps coming back."
"Helante Sagmorne"
"Helante Sagmorne"
Over and over the the hole reappeared, only to grow in size every time I failed. My heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest, stomped on and thrown back into my body. Each time becoming smaller.
"Why won't he heal? What am I doing wrong?"
I was mentally beating myself up, but unwilling to give up. I would try to heal him until it killed me.
"I will help you." A deep angelic voice sang into my ears. His voice immediately soothed my nerves, soothed my whole body, allowing me to relax.
"Breathe. Place both of your hands on his wound. Imagine the disease, the silver being sucked out of his body and pulled into yours." He whispered.
I could feel the pull and the resistance within my hands. The vail of life and death that teetered on the cusp of defeat. 483Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNrXghyK7Wv
"Chant your words. Be aggressive, be confident."
"Helante Sagmorne, Helante Sagmorne!" I yelled, as an unbelievable force smashed into my chest, knocking me to the ground.
Groaning in pain and struggling to catch my breath, I rubbed my hands over my chest.
"Are you okay?" Abigail's voice trembled as she ran to my side.
I nodded my head, "I've never felt anything like that before. It was like someone swung a battering ram right into my chest. It knocked the wind right out of me."
Forgetting my pain I directed my attention back to Mitchell. "Did it work? Did he wake up?"
I quickly got up and stumbled my way to his bedside. Looking at him, his eyes remained closed, his face still as peaceful as it was.
I was defeated.
Sitting down next to him, I listened to the beeping of the machine. "I failed you, again." I whispered, as I buried my head in his chest and cried.
A hand brushed through my hair, attempting to lessen my tears. But nothing would help, nothing could stop the gut retching feeling of failing as a sister, as a healer.
So I just closed my eyes, trying to accept the fact that death would ultimate claim him, and his soul would be free of the burden of pain.
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Abigail's POV
My heart broke for Veronica as I watched her fight to save Mitchell. She was weakened by her love for him. Weakened by the fear of failure.
A small rap on the door caught my attention as a head poked in. "I'm sorry to disturb you ma'am, but I was sent to check on sir Mitchell." A red head explained.
"Come on in my child. You're not disturbing us."
Making her way through the door she noticed Veronica's sleeping body next to her brother. Her eyebrows raised as she pressed buttons on the monitor making his blood pressure cup inflate.
"Is the Luna okay?" She asked with worry in her voice.
"Yes, just exhausted."
She bowed her head and returned to her clip board.
"Oh, one other thing. The Luna has requested that his breathing tube be removed."
Her brown eyes enlarged, appearing the size of saucers. "Ma'am, I- I don't know if that is a good idea. Sir Mitchell could die. I-I can't have that on my conscious."
"I do understand your hesitation, but it is not a matter of if it's a good idea or not my child, it is an order from your Luna." I demanded.
Her face paled as she walked back over to Mitchell and started unhooking the tube. She paused for a brief minute and looked back at me.
Smiling, I nodded her way, acknowledging she was doing the right thing.
When she was finished removing the tube I stalked closer to his bed, watching as his chest continued to rise and fall on it's own.
Perfect!
"That will be all." I directed to the girl, motioning my hand toward the door.
Bowing her head to me, she pulled the door closed behind her.
"Now my child, you can wake." I whispered in Mitchell's ear as I rubbed my thumb along his forehead.
"It's no use Abigail, he's not going to wake up." Veronica interrupted, still laying in the same spot.
Thankfully she hadn't turned to face Mitchell so she didn't know the tube was missing yet. I knew her head would explode if she know I had it removed without her permission.
"Who's not going to wake up?" A voice asked abruptly.
In an instant Veronica popped up and stared in bewilderment. I could see all of her worries beginning to melt away, all of her confidence returning.
"Who's not going to wake up?" He asked again. "Come on guys, don't leave me in the dark here." He joked, looking between the two of us for an answer.
Veronica smiled widely as she threw her arms around his neck. "No one you need to worry about Mitch, no one you need to worry about."
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