07-23-2015, 07:34 PM
Ivan struggled despite constant care in the hospital. He tried to imagine the scene that the officer found himself. One moment he and a lady-friend were out shopping, the next Ivan defended their lives. It ended with the attacker on the run and the off-duty officer shot, stabbed, wounded and hospitalized. Such was what the news said about him.
Ivan gave his consent, although Jensen was aware that he did not understand what was coming. In all the times the gift touched a human body, the recipient was unaware of its presence. Afterward, certainly, but not before. The added pressure made Jensen hesitate. Could he do it with someone waiting? Watching? Ivan seemed in such pain.. He had to try.
He rose to move the chair closer to Ivan's bed in order to reach out and touch him on the arm. "May I?" He asked as he did, although he didn't anticipate a decline. Careful of IV's or any bruises, his touch was light and gentle. Although his grip tightened as the gift's power flooded through him. Joy, anger, awe. It was how he imagined it would be standing in the presence of the throne.Instinctively his eyes lowered as though in prayer. Although ashamedly, he had yet to actually pray for help as though talking to God would burst the dream and he would be left utterly alone once again.
Going through the motions was like muscle memory. When it came to the Gift, this was the only thing he knew how to do. The web of power formed itself in his mind, faster than he could even process how it happened yet at the same time he knew every single aspect of how it formed, more than he knew his own face.
It wasn't long, but when he lifted his gaze to peer upon Ivan, he found himself pulled toward a figure standing in the door. It was the nurse, Jacquelyn, that led him here in the first place. Wide eyes darted between her and Ivan, and he opened his mouth to speak, but no words formed.
Ivan gave his consent, although Jensen was aware that he did not understand what was coming. In all the times the gift touched a human body, the recipient was unaware of its presence. Afterward, certainly, but not before. The added pressure made Jensen hesitate. Could he do it with someone waiting? Watching? Ivan seemed in such pain.. He had to try.
He rose to move the chair closer to Ivan's bed in order to reach out and touch him on the arm. "May I?" He asked as he did, although he didn't anticipate a decline. Careful of IV's or any bruises, his touch was light and gentle. Although his grip tightened as the gift's power flooded through him. Joy, anger, awe. It was how he imagined it would be standing in the presence of the throne.Instinctively his eyes lowered as though in prayer. Although ashamedly, he had yet to actually pray for help as though talking to God would burst the dream and he would be left utterly alone once again.
Going through the motions was like muscle memory. When it came to the Gift, this was the only thing he knew how to do. The web of power formed itself in his mind, faster than he could even process how it happened yet at the same time he knew every single aspect of how it formed, more than he knew his own face.
It wasn't long, but when he lifted his gaze to peer upon Ivan, he found himself pulled toward a figure standing in the door. It was the nurse, Jacquelyn, that led him here in the first place. Wide eyes darted between her and Ivan, and he opened his mouth to speak, but no words formed.