The dart they hit him with contained silver, now it’s running through his bloodstream. My heart is beating erratically and I’m trying not to panic, but I know this could be fatal if I don’t do something quick and the fear of losing him is overwhelming.
Taking deep breaths, I wipe my sweaty palms on my shirt and think what the best solution would be.
Laying my hands on his abdomen, I focus on healing him, praying in the back of my mind for this to work. Picture his body expelling the silver and knitting itself back together, I focus on his bones connecting, his wounds closing, and his pain leaving.
I can see and feel his body healing and my anxiety starts to fade, hoping he’ll be okay. Within seconds his entire body has broken out in a sweat, his skin fe
