08-12-2018, 06:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-12-2018, 07:49 PM by Jay Carpenter.)
He almost warned Jensen he was wasting his energy waiting for Natalie's consent. She denied Vanders' help repeatedly. From the moment the foot was injured till now. She'd never agree to heal it. Damn stubborn woman.
Jensen's strength did not go unnoticed by Jay. The man was twice, maybe three times Jay's own strength. The moment Jensen wrenched command, Jay felt his jaw tighten. Sitting so close to another vessel of power turned his stomach, especially one through whom flowed so much of it. He'd think living in close quarters with other channelers would desensitize the feeling, but Jay worried the repulsion would never go away. Probably for the best.
He didn't see the healing the first time around, but witnessing it again, Jay was utterly speechless. His eyes darted back and forth around the knitting of it that there was no way he could fathom duplicating the tangle. "You should see this, Natalie," he whispered in awe until his fascination pulled the man that crafted the miracle into his view. What Vanders did was something different. The effect was similar, Jay knew first hand. The healing wrenched every last drop of energy from Jay, but he could walk where before he was handicapped by comparatively barbaric surgery. Natalie's very color changed afterward. Her skin flushed pink and her eyes fresh as after a relaxing sleep in the sun. If she was beautiful before, she was radiant now.
Jensen did that. Jay would forever regard the man highly. There was nothing he could say that might encapsulate all he witnessed. Maybe it was just a relief that someone could use the power Jay constantly fought for light rather than darkness. His lips pressed together, a thin line drawn across his face, brows thoughtful and low. That had to be it. Light.
"You're right," Jay began, drawing a deep, steadying breath. "The girl that's dying is my little sister. She's had it for about a year and doctors say there's nothing to be done for her. She's only 15."
Jay swept a hand through his hair like the motion might help him draw some strength. "She's in Iowa, Jensen. We can get there in about 36 hours time. Ascendancy gave us the leave. Please come. I will do anything to repay you."
His heart might stop waiting for the answer.
Jensen's strength did not go unnoticed by Jay. The man was twice, maybe three times Jay's own strength. The moment Jensen wrenched command, Jay felt his jaw tighten. Sitting so close to another vessel of power turned his stomach, especially one through whom flowed so much of it. He'd think living in close quarters with other channelers would desensitize the feeling, but Jay worried the repulsion would never go away. Probably for the best.
He didn't see the healing the first time around, but witnessing it again, Jay was utterly speechless. His eyes darted back and forth around the knitting of it that there was no way he could fathom duplicating the tangle. "You should see this, Natalie," he whispered in awe until his fascination pulled the man that crafted the miracle into his view. What Vanders did was something different. The effect was similar, Jay knew first hand. The healing wrenched every last drop of energy from Jay, but he could walk where before he was handicapped by comparatively barbaric surgery. Natalie's very color changed afterward. Her skin flushed pink and her eyes fresh as after a relaxing sleep in the sun. If she was beautiful before, she was radiant now.
Jensen did that. Jay would forever regard the man highly. There was nothing he could say that might encapsulate all he witnessed. Maybe it was just a relief that someone could use the power Jay constantly fought for light rather than darkness. His lips pressed together, a thin line drawn across his face, brows thoughtful and low. That had to be it. Light.
"You're right," Jay began, drawing a deep, steadying breath. "The girl that's dying is my little sister. She's had it for about a year and doctors say there's nothing to be done for her. She's only 15."
Jay swept a hand through his hair like the motion might help him draw some strength. "She's in Iowa, Jensen. We can get there in about 36 hours time. Ascendancy gave us the leave. Please come. I will do anything to repay you."
His heart might stop waiting for the answer.
Only darkness shows you the light.