“Better!” he half-laughed, raising his shirt and rubbing his stomach. “The pain is mild.” his eyes were gentle but confused.
“Okay, that’s good!” I slowly breathed. “Let me finish.” I sat up on my knees, back in position. “Hold still.” I reckoned since my hands were still glowing and he wasn’t completely out of pain, I still needed to do some more work. I steadied my hands on his stomach as I held my eyes on the focal point. The glow coursed through me as well and spilled over onto the injured area of the Cajun’s abdomen.
After the glow faded, I sat back pulling my hands to my chest. “All right, all done, I think.” I held my breath fretting that I might’ve over done it.
The Cajun slowly opened his eyes as our gaze met. “I’m better.” He started to rise.
“No, don’t get up!” I urged with
