Lucian the Healer

Chapter 9

Lucian's POV

"Help me!" I heard a shout from the toilet.*

I rushed in through the doors. I looked around and saw a boy clutching his chest on the ground.

*"What is wrong?"* I asked him.

*"My chest hurts a lot!"* he cried.

He looked about 12 years old, maybe a second year in junior high.

Kneeling beside him, I placed my hands on his chest and rubbed the area gently, releasing the congestion.

Closing my eyes and reopening them, I absorbed the pain and removed my hands.

I leaned against the toilet wall, regaining myself. I was sweating profusely, and my chest felt like it was on fire.

*"I don't feel the pain again,"* the boy said, jumping up.

I smiled dryly, *"That's good."*

*"This is a miracle!"* he exclaimed.

*"Why are you looking so weak?"* he asked, stepping closer.

*"I'm just tired,"* I said.

I managed to stand up.

*"See, I'm fine,"* I said, smiling.

*"Thank you for healing me,"* he smiled.

I nodded, and we left the toilet.

A month later

I was kneeling beside Lily. I placed my hands over her eyes and did my magic. But instead of seeing, she still couldn't see.

*"What's happening, Lucian?"* she asked.

*"I don't know, Lily,"* I said, shaking.

What went wrong?

My back ached terribly, and blood started coming out of my eyes.

*"What's going on with me?"*

*"What? Lucian?"* Lily asked.

*"I don't know, Lily, I feel different."*

I told her what had happened, and she was scared.

*"I told you not to do it, Lucian,"* she said.

*"See what is happening to you now,"* she said.

All at once, the pain stabbed me from behind and I screamed loudly.

I woke up sweating profusely.

''It was all a dream,'' I said thankfully. What kind of dream is that?

Is what I'm about to do wrong?

I need answers.

It was 12 am in the morning,

I reassured myself that everything would be fine.

I'm doing the right thing; it's not a bad thing and it won't lead to worse things happening.

I laid back on the bed, my blanket covering my body.

I slid back to sleep rather peacefully.