08-19-2018, 07:04 PM
They flew over the roads like darting through the air on a speed bike. If it wasn't for previous reckless experience, Jensen may have been nervous for their safety. Instead, he found himself studying the landscape, so much greener despite the season, and compared it to his home.
Wichita Falls was not that different. Dallas and Austin were sprawling mega-cities, of course. His home, on the other hand, felt much like this town. It was hardly reason to be uncomfortable.
From the backseat he brushed his hair and freshened up. There hadn't been time to do so in the airport or rest-stops along the way. In fact, he glanced at the reflection of the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror momentarily, sighed and decided to change shirts right there in the back seat. Modesty was hard to maintain, but he attempted to be swift and discreet.
The fresh shirt, a plainer button-up than the purple wad he shoved into his bag, made him feel like a brand new man. Casting off the dank musk of air-travel was more than refreshing. He combed his hair back and wished for an opportunity to shave, but it was the best to be done at the time. It would do.
Jay all but lept from the vehicle as it rolled into park. He ran into the hospital in a flash all before Jensen even emerged. He looked worriedly at Natalie, "I'm worried for him." Emotion eroded Jay. It didn't take a master healer to see it. Unfortunately, those were wounds Jensen could not heal. Though he wished he could.
He hurried into the lobby as the gift swarmed around Jay. The moment hit him surreal. Jensen spent many years visiting the infirm, touching them tenderly, praying for their healing. It had been one of his favorite parts of the ministry and something he missed.
Then there were the anonymous visits to the ill incarcerated within failing bodies at the Guardian. He honed his craft during that time as he came to accept the curse was actually a gift.
Jensen jogged in the direction Jay went and cast apologetic glances at those nearly barreled over by the two men. He found Jay outside a door speaking with someone familiar. The resemblance was not unnoticed by Jensen. A sister within, this had to be the father. Jensen shivered as the crawl of suspicion put him under a microscope.
The door to the neighboring room swung open about then, a face peeking out to glare at the disturbance in the hall. Jensen apologized, noting the one laid in their bed within. Every room in this place was occupied by someone that could benefit from the gift's blessings. But first, he promised to help Cayli.
He followed Jay inside. The man was curled over the supine body of a young girl. Emotion clutched at them both. A woman was behind Jay, trying to win his attention. Jensen rounded the bed as the woman looked up.
She gasped when she saw him, and Jensen knew that she knew who he was. He smiled to put her at ease, "ma'am," he greeted her with little else to say.
Like Jay, the powers of the gift came on speedy wings. He lowered himself closer to Cayli and plucked her hand from where it grasped at her older brother. "Miss, may I?" His only question was gentle as a bubbling brook. She looked anxiously between Jay and Jensen, but let the stranger take her hand at Jay's behest.
Jensen smiled warmly as the gift came together. Healing, this magical miracle, flowed from on high. She was going to be healed. Cancer was the enemy to be purified. This young girl deserved life. Innocent and fragile. Jensen let the gift settle into her.
But his eyes narrowed as they fell into far-distant study. Something wasn't right. The gift was the same as always. It touched her body and mind as it did all those others that came before her. But something was wrong. It made him blink and capture Jay, their mother and father, with confusion.
"I don't understand," he began to say. The gift explored, seeking the answer, seeking it all. Then he realized he knew all along. The healing wouldn't work because --
"There's nothing to heal." Amazed, Jensen stepped away. He had no explanation. "I'm sorry, Jay. I don't understand."
Wichita Falls was not that different. Dallas and Austin were sprawling mega-cities, of course. His home, on the other hand, felt much like this town. It was hardly reason to be uncomfortable.
From the backseat he brushed his hair and freshened up. There hadn't been time to do so in the airport or rest-stops along the way. In fact, he glanced at the reflection of the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror momentarily, sighed and decided to change shirts right there in the back seat. Modesty was hard to maintain, but he attempted to be swift and discreet.
The fresh shirt, a plainer button-up than the purple wad he shoved into his bag, made him feel like a brand new man. Casting off the dank musk of air-travel was more than refreshing. He combed his hair back and wished for an opportunity to shave, but it was the best to be done at the time. It would do.
Jay all but lept from the vehicle as it rolled into park. He ran into the hospital in a flash all before Jensen even emerged. He looked worriedly at Natalie, "I'm worried for him." Emotion eroded Jay. It didn't take a master healer to see it. Unfortunately, those were wounds Jensen could not heal. Though he wished he could.
He hurried into the lobby as the gift swarmed around Jay. The moment hit him surreal. Jensen spent many years visiting the infirm, touching them tenderly, praying for their healing. It had been one of his favorite parts of the ministry and something he missed.
Then there were the anonymous visits to the ill incarcerated within failing bodies at the Guardian. He honed his craft during that time as he came to accept the curse was actually a gift.
Jensen jogged in the direction Jay went and cast apologetic glances at those nearly barreled over by the two men. He found Jay outside a door speaking with someone familiar. The resemblance was not unnoticed by Jensen. A sister within, this had to be the father. Jensen shivered as the crawl of suspicion put him under a microscope.
The door to the neighboring room swung open about then, a face peeking out to glare at the disturbance in the hall. Jensen apologized, noting the one laid in their bed within. Every room in this place was occupied by someone that could benefit from the gift's blessings. But first, he promised to help Cayli.
He followed Jay inside. The man was curled over the supine body of a young girl. Emotion clutched at them both. A woman was behind Jay, trying to win his attention. Jensen rounded the bed as the woman looked up.
She gasped when she saw him, and Jensen knew that she knew who he was. He smiled to put her at ease, "ma'am," he greeted her with little else to say.
Like Jay, the powers of the gift came on speedy wings. He lowered himself closer to Cayli and plucked her hand from where it grasped at her older brother. "Miss, may I?" His only question was gentle as a bubbling brook. She looked anxiously between Jay and Jensen, but let the stranger take her hand at Jay's behest.
Jensen smiled warmly as the gift came together. Healing, this magical miracle, flowed from on high. She was going to be healed. Cancer was the enemy to be purified. This young girl deserved life. Innocent and fragile. Jensen let the gift settle into her.
But his eyes narrowed as they fell into far-distant study. Something wasn't right. The gift was the same as always. It touched her body and mind as it did all those others that came before her. But something was wrong. It made him blink and capture Jay, their mother and father, with confusion.
"I don't understand," he began to say. The gift explored, seeking the answer, seeking it all. Then he realized he knew all along. The healing wouldn't work because --
"There's nothing to heal." Amazed, Jensen stepped away. He had no explanation. "I'm sorry, Jay. I don't understand."