Lisa was in shock. What had she done? The potion had killed him. She clung to the hand she had grasped, unable to let go, while she watched the familiar scene of a dire ICU emergency. She expected to be sent from the room, but nobody took notice of her, so she remained as quiet as possible.
Flynn's hand, in hers, still held the warmth of life, and she prayed silently, not alone for his sake but for her own. What deity she invoked, she was not certain. The attempt to use the ancient magic, might well have offended the God she believed in.
She felt no pulse, yet, for some unfathomable reason his hand did not feel like that of a corpse. All around her was puzzlement and confusion, darkly mirrored in her own mind. When suddenly she felt Flynn's fingers move ever so slightly. While she doubted her senses, the words spoken by Doctor MacAffee, sounded like a benison from Heaven, "He is alive."
When, moments later, Flynn gave a mighty sneeze, she released the hand she had clasped so desperately, and quietly left the room, but not before she saw what had astonished the medical staff. Flynn O'Brien was not only alive, his wounds were completely healed.
It was urgent that she leave immediately, before anyone thought of asking questions she could not answer. Besides she needed to bring the news to Sylvanus, Beathan and that obnoxious cousin of the miraculously restored Flynn.
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