The Healer

Mike’s leg hurt like hell.  It was more than just a gouging.  There was magic involved.

Mike lifted the blanket and looked down.  It stank of gangrene.  Mike closed his eyes and lay back against the headboard.  I will not lose my leg.

He heard someone come up the stairs, and opened his eyes.  Scott came into the room.  He wore only pants, was barefoot.

And he was glowing.  Mike didn’t have to use Sight to see it.  Scott sat at the side of the bed.

He pulled down the blanket, exposing Mike’s leg.  Scott wrinkled his nose, and bits of the blanket stuck to the exposed, oozing wounds.  Scott raised his hands over Mike’s leg.

“Scott, are you–”

He glowed go brightly green that it was hard to look at him.  Mike saw the energy flow out through Scott, into his leg.  He felt warmth, felt less and less pain.  Scott concentrated, Mike could see, and the glow finally faded.  Mike lifted his leg, bending the knee.  It was sore, but no where near the excruciating pain it had been.  The bed sheet was soaked with pus and black blood, remnants of what had been in Mike’s leg.

“Oh, my love – ” Mike reached out and caressed Scott’s face.

Scott leaned into the touch, Mike pulled Scott up toward him and they kissed, Mike gentle, but Scott with hunger and need.  Mike pulled back, as Scott was groping him.

Then Scott pulled away.  “You’d better rest.”

“You need release,” Mike said.

“I’m all right.”

“You’re a sucky liar.”

Scott nuzzled Mike’s neck.  “Someone.  Downstairs.”

“Who?”

“Casey.”

Mike smiled.  He’d seen Casey at full mast once or twice, “watering” the tree.  He would definitely be taken care of.  The thought of it made Mike swell slightly.  But he didn’t think he could get it up all the way, not the way Scott seemed to want and need it right now.  He turned his head and kissed Scott.  “You’d better go to him, then.”

Scott nodded, looking up at Mike.  Another brief kiss, and Mike turned over to the dry side of the bed, falling into a much more blissful and less magic induced sleep.

 

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