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The Sergeant gestured for one of her people to follow him.
Roy pushed the gurney to Henry, who took over. Eleanor followed him with Raymond right behind. Two soldiers led them out, and two more, including the Sergeant, followed. The rest of Henry’s friends stayed inside under guard.
When they were outside, Henry saw the first three soldiers sent outside were blocking the alley’s access to the patio, walled in on the other three sides, the green light pooling on the deck. Raymond immediately placed Minkah on a picnic table. She moaned in pain quietly, and he stretched the strain from his tired muscles.
There was a commotion at the back door, and they looked back to see the old woman in the cloak trying to join them. One of the soldiers was blocking her.
“I need to see what he’s doing!” she snapped.
The Sergeant looked at Henry, and he shrugged. “She’s Fae. I’ve found most of them behave like her. I have no issues with her watching.”
Mick gestured to her team to let the old woman through. Struggling to maintain her dignity in the cloak, the Fae joined them on the patio. Her old eyes glittered with curiosity.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
The Sergeant stepped closer to Camila and took a picture of the wound. She glanced at Henry’s surprised look. “It’ll help explain why we left the building,” she said as she stepped back.
Henry moved to Camila’s side and lowered his face down to hers, and kissed her tenderly. He pulled back and saw her calming with the wave of energy he’d just fed to her. “Before we begin, I’m going to give you a large dose of energy. This will help you ride out the operation. Hopefully, it will let you sleep through it. Eleanor is an amazing surgeon!”
Camila’s eyes twinkled with joy as he lifted her hand to his chest once more.
“I’d prefer to be fed the usual way,” Camila teased as she bit her lip sexily.
Henry’s face warmed up. “Yes, well, not in polite company, and besides, you’re injured. Hush now!” Once more, he willed the Wild Magic from his body to hers.
“Ahhh! Yessss…” she gasped, and her eyes rolled back. He pulled her hand away and rested it next to her. When he looked to Raymond and Eleanor, they were doing their best to hide their knowing smiles. He did his best to ignore that.
He addressed the surgeon. “We do it the same way we worked on your husband. I’ll feed you the magic, and you use your will to form it into the tools you need.”
Eleanor smiled at him nervously, but he could tell she was excited to be operating this way again. He dropped his glamor and reached for his daughter, but she wasn’t there. Panic clawed at him, but he fought his first instinct. It could just be Baba hiding her. He forced himself to accept that as any other answer threatened to send him screaming into the night. He took some deep breaths and felt himself become centered once more.
He still needed the healing spell, but he didn’t need to pull it to himself as he was literally surrounded by it. Instead, he reached into it and connected himself directly to the flow swirling around him. He grunted as he braced himself against the pull and dug his hooves in to keep himself in place. The current was too erratic, so he tried to think of a way to harness the river’s power. Immediately, his mind latched onto the idea of a hydropower plant. It was close to what he needed, but this wasn’t the same as writing software code. He needed to think of how he was going to design the model in his head. If he could maintain the complete design in his head, he could follow the same process of encapsulating the concept into a packaged spell. It’d worked with the coding idea.
Henry prepared a workbench in his mind. A clean open workspace. He pulled up his memories of the story he’d read as a child of Nikola Tesla designing the hydroelectric power plant in Niagara Falls. The components appeared, and he integrated them into the model he was building in his mind. He felt a thrill rush through him as it felt like he was connecting with the genius of the man who designed a way to tap into the majestic force of nature to power the homes of a nation.
Once he had his design, he had to test it. He let most of the current pass by untouched, but his intake gate, which regulated how much of the healing spell entered, directed the channel to the turbines. In his mind, they began to glow with the healing spell as they spun up to speed. His prototype worked! Binding this design into a package, he saved it as a prepared spell and let it run.
He lifted his hands, which began to glow a bright green from the excess power he was picking up. He dialed his intake back until there was just the soft glow as he was used to seeing.
“I-I think I have it. Sorry, I couldn’t use the previous method for pulling the healing spell to me, so I built a new one. Let me know if it feels different this time. Ready?” he asked Eleanor, and she nodded. He lowered his hands to her shoulders, and she suddenly gasped, so he lifted them off. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head firmly. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. The energy just feels… sharper. More focused, like moving from a flashlight to a laser pointer,” she said breathily.
“Are you okay?” Raymond asked in concern.
She smiled. “Yes! It’s wonderful! So much power and potential! Let’s try again!”
Henry lowered his hands to her shoulders once more, and Eleanor got to work.
Her eyes were so much sharper with this new energy pouring into her. She peered closer until she was focusing at a microscopic level, seeing the smallest cellular tears. Distractedly, she formed a stylus with an equally tiny dot of the healing light at its tip. Her skilled hands, steadied by the magic’s strength, guided the tool quickly along torn tissues inside the slash in the Succubus’ side, mending the tissues in the deep wound. She repaired the organs first then moved on to the connective and support structures. Finally, Eleanor worked her way out of the repaired gash until she was sealing the latex-like skin.
Once she’d finished, Eleanor closed her eyes and relaxed as she released her grip on the healing stylus, which faded away.
When Henry lifted his hands, Eleanor wobbled, and Raymond steadied her.
“That was incredible!” Mick gushed as she leaned in to take a picture of the area after the operation. She looked to the surgeon. “I’ve never seen this kind of surgery before!” She looked around in confusion. “Where are your tools?”
Eleanor was tingling madly as the Wild Magic had soaked into her cells during the operation, and now, she was drunk with it. She blinked at the Sergeant, not really hearing her words over the buzzing in her head. She looked over at Mishka. “I’m sorry… Henry. I can’t… operate on plasma burns. Damage… too great… too deep. It’s dead flesh.” She reached out and grabbed one of Henry’s glowing hands to console him. Her body went rigid in Raymond’s arm as her eyes rolled back. Raymond tugged her back, breaking her grip on Henry’s hand.
The public defender stared at his wife in shock as the overload of magic warped her body, stretching her limbs. Her hair also grew in length as the color bled out until it was shockingly white.
“What’s happening?” he cried.
Henry watched her wearily. “She’ll be okay, but she’s going to look different. She’s received too much of the energy. It alters the body. It’s what happened to Meixiu. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize she’d absorb it too.”
Henry was suddenly staring into the bright eyes of the old Fae. He shut down his spell for channeling the power, and his hands stopped glowing. He disconnected himself from the Wild Magic’s current and swayed as his exhaustion caught up to him.
It suddenly came to him just how much he was breaking his original promise to himself to avoid using magic. It was so seductively easy to use these new tools, especially when they were supported by his existing coding skills and knowledge. This last use was another leap away from his old self and a greater example of his acceptance of his new state. He sighed wearily as he faced the Fae.
“You really are a conduit! Can you charge wielders?” she asked with a slight desperation in her voice.
Henry shook his head. “The magic is not compatible. I understand it’s toxic to old realm wielders.”
The old Fae pouted. “I’ve never seen magic used in his way. Who taught you how to control it?”
Henry shook his head. “Sorry I’ve never had any lessons. It’s kind of a learn as you go experience. So far, I’ve managed to not kill myself, so that’s a bonus.”
He moved around the old woman to check on Minkah. Her eyes were slightly open but very glassy. “Hey. I’m so sorry you got hurt.” He looked at her burnt shoulder, and his mind went to his experience with burns. A shudder went through his body as he tried to push those thoughts away. Looking closer at the burnt flesh, he realized he might be able to fix this, but he wasn’t sure how safe it would be to run his healing program on someone else. He barely survived himself.
“Minkah? Can you hear me? Blink if you can understand me.” She blinked slowly once and held his eyes. “I have a spell for healing burns, but I’ve only ever used it on myself. It’s horribly painful, but it works.”
“What do you mean you used a spell on yourself? That isn’t possible!” the Fae barked.
Henry just glared at her then looked back to Minkah.
“Do it.”
He almost missed her words but saw the intensity in her eyes. “It’s dangerous-”
“Do it!” she hissed.
Henry nodded and looked at the Sergeant and Raymond. “I’ll need your help in holding her still while the spell replaces all the dead tissues.”
“That’s not possible!” the Fae snapped once more, but Henry just ignored her.
Mick stepped closer and took a picture of the scorched flesh of Minkah’s shoulder and upper arm. She moved down to stretch across the woman’s legs at Henry’s direction.
Raymond moved Eleanor’s body to a second picnic table and gave her a troubled look before joining Henry.
“I ran this spell on myself when I was badly burned by a lightning strike-” He twitched at the memory but pushed on. “It sheds all the burned cells then replaces them with new cells-”
“Not possible-”
“Would you shut the fuck up?” Henry shouted at the old woman. “Not helpful! Either be quiet and watch or go back inside!”