She made careful emphasis to keep the sling in hand while gently slipping my robe back off my chest. Dad looked out the window sheepishly while the cast was strapped onto me, not that I could blame the guy. Who really wanted to see their teenage daughter’s chest?
“Okay, so, magic,” I began.
Nurse Aurora beamed, waving her hand as a simple long-sleeve seemingly stitched itself onto my person. “Wonderful, is it not? But I can assure you, I am very much still human.” She then began fitting the cast against my shoulder, a faint aura hovering around that seemingly dulled the pain. “I have simply been touched by the otherworldly, gifted to see and influence that which exists around us.”
Again, I turned to Dad for a translation, knowing full well he could sense the desperation on my face.
