09-27-2016, 09:40 AM
They were taken upstairs and led deep into the heart of the hospital. The halls were sterile and cold, and empty except for the military presence. Jensen was no stranger to hospitals. Not only had he spent a number of weeks visiting the abandoned souls of The Guardian, healing whom he could under the guise of clergy, but he made an entire day of visiting the infirm every week when he was a Senior Pastor.
Those were different times. In Dallas, he sent to pray and visit. At The guardian, nobody was aware of The Gift. Here, not only was he preparing to share the miracle of the Gift with an audience, but that someone was the most powerful man in the world. Healing or not healing him would alter the course of history either way. The burden of responsibility was almost too much to bear. What do I do?
He could try and say the Ascendancy's injuries were too great. He could say he wasn't strong enough. He could let the man suffer. Release him to the hands of fate and God. There were religions that utilized no medical intervention at all based on their faith in fate.
When they were led to an area that Jensen recognized as a recovery from surgical procedures, he met the gaze of the nurses that looked up from behind their stations. He knew they wondered who he was. He clearly did not belong with the stern faces in suits, nor did he have the bearing of a politician.
The man that greeted him was older with thinning hair and a tight jaw. Jensen offered to shake hands when they were introduced.
Those were different times. In Dallas, he sent to pray and visit. At The guardian, nobody was aware of The Gift. Here, not only was he preparing to share the miracle of the Gift with an audience, but that someone was the most powerful man in the world. Healing or not healing him would alter the course of history either way. The burden of responsibility was almost too much to bear. What do I do?
He could try and say the Ascendancy's injuries were too great. He could say he wasn't strong enough. He could let the man suffer. Release him to the hands of fate and God. There were religions that utilized no medical intervention at all based on their faith in fate.
When they were led to an area that Jensen recognized as a recovery from surgical procedures, he met the gaze of the nurses that looked up from behind their stations. He knew they wondered who he was. He clearly did not belong with the stern faces in suits, nor did he have the bearing of a politician.
The man that greeted him was older with thinning hair and a tight jaw. Jensen offered to shake hands when they were introduced.