Finding You Always

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Chapter 192: Follow the Yellow Brick Road

The sparkling orange portal opened and deposited the Charmings on an iconic road that was instantly recognizable, thanks to pop culture in the Land Without Magic.

"This is so cool...it's the yellow brick road!" Bobby exclaimed. David chuckled.

"Yeah, I'd say if we follow this, it should take us right into Emerald City," he agreed, as they began their journey to meet with Glinda the Good Witch.

Paul and Eva scrubbed and she poofed them some sterile gloves. It caused a bit of commotion among the other doctors and nurses present, but neither of them had a lot of confidence in the level of sterile in their medical practices. She also poofed them their own set of sterile instruments.

"Keep poofing your own stuff here and they'll be chasing you with pitchforks in no time," Whale warned.

"Not if we save the Governor's son and without amputating most of his limbs," Paul countered.

"Is the patient under yet?" he asked the chief surgeon.

"Yes...nitrous oxide has been administered," he informed.

"Good..." Paul said, as they assessed the extensive injuries on the man.

"As you can see, the chance of saving the legs is almost non-existent," he said.

"I'll repair the limbs first. Then we can operate on the belly and chest wounds," Eva said. Paul nodded, as he watched her hands begin to glow with pink energy. It caused alarm in the operating room among those that were hosting them.

"Keep your people under control and trust us," Paul advised to the chief surgeon and he watched with great interest, as the young female doctor employed her healing magic on the man's limbs. He took note of the obvious pain on her face that he could see through her mask.

"Is...is this hurting her?" he questioned. Paul nodded.

"That is the price of her magic...she feels the pain of the wounds she heels. But my wife never backs away from the chance to help heal someone's life threatening injuries," Paul boasted proudly. After several minutes, the glow faded and she steadied herself, while taking a few deep breaths.

"Are you okay?" Paul asked.

"Yes...that should take care of his limbs though," she replied, as the chief surgeon examined the now perfectly functional and healed legs and arm.

"Incredible...it's as though nothing was ever wrong with them!" he exclaimed.

"Sorcery..." one of the nurses hissed.

"No...it's light magic. Open your minds to new and better ways. It's the only way you'll evolve," Eva snapped, as Paul assessed the other wounds.

"All right...let's operate," he said, as he picked up the scalpel.

"Couldn't she just heal the internal wounds too?" the chief surgeon questioned.

"She could...but that would be agony and only tax her to the limits. If we can perform surgery to fix the rest of the injuries, then that is preferred," Paul answered, as he made an incision in the chest and they began to operate.

Rose awoke with the very pleasant sensation of her husband's lips trailing soft kisses along her neck. For twenty-years now, she had been waking in his arms and she

knew she would never tire of it.

"Someone is frisky this morning," she teased. They had enjoyed a wonderful night with his friends and were graciously given two rooms at the Inn in Asgard's new territory. They had seen the children off to bed in the adjoining room, before retiring themselves. And it had not been a night without passion, but then they rarely had an evening without.