Riley and Dr. Hardin lay Jonathan’s broken and beaten body on top of the kitchen table. “My God!” the doctor said. “What happened out here today?”
Riley, too distraught to explain anything, just looked at him. “What do you need me to help you with? What can I do?”
Jonathan’s eyes were closed, and he was barely breathing. He had dried blood all over his body. He had been shot in the back, and the bullet had exited his chest. The gash on his leg remained open, exposing ripped flesh all the way down to the bone.
Dr. Hardin, not knowing where to start or what to say, just looked at Riley with questioning eyes. How do you heal one of God’s angels?
Riley stared back at him, realizing that the man had no solutions. He had to help. He had to think of something. He ran down the hallway and retu
