There was an awkward silent moment, so I broke it by asking how his therapy was going.
He looked down at his legs and patted them nicely.
“Good. They have no clue how I got them back to where they are, but they’ve helped me so much. Today’s my last appointment, actually,” His face was completely lit up, and I leaned in for a hug to congratulate him. His body was warm, and those muscles wrapped around me securely. I missed being touched.
“Well, you better get to it!” I pulled back from my hug and gave him a parting smile.
“Thanks, I’m sure I’ll see ya soon.” He waved and then walked toward the therapy department.
It was moments like this that I was proud of my gift.
They may or may not remember that Rose and Draco had saved me one day at the hospital months prior. A man had been brought in to the hospital unconscious, but once he had woken up, he was a threat to my life. They stopped him from killing me, and I knew I owed them a debt, even if I didn’t say it out loud.
When Charles and Leon were taken to the hospital, both on the brink of death, I healed them. I also healed Charles’ spine so that he could use his legs again. None of the society knew, as far as I could tell, and I wanted to keep it that way. I didn’t want recognition for doing what I could. Even if helping them may have taken a few years off my life, I was happy I did it, and would do it all over again.
