Colors of Angels

7.Healing

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Drew's Point of View
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"Drew! Right here! Their right here!" I hear Arabella yell from a few paces away. I rush over to where she is and see Falah layin in the rubble, she is partly buried and looks to be in pretty bad shape.

"Falah!" I say as soon as I see her. I can see she is barely breathing. I quickly begin pulling stuff from atop her. A few moments later I pick her up and fly to the grass that used to be our front lawn. I lay her down gently and brush her brown hair out of her eyes. Her wings are torn apart and every inch of her is covered in cuts and bruises. 

"Did you find her? Is that girl safe? The hyper?" I hear Falah say. She is so quiet. "They were here for her. " She begins coughing. 

"Arabella is with me, she is fine." I say. "don't try and talk right now" I say when I see her try to talk again. She is so weak. I don't know how to help her. I see Arabella land next to me gently and she kneels down beside me.

"I don't think there is anyone else here" She says quietly. She touches Falah's hand and a spark flies outward as if from a match. Arabella flinches backward and Falah gasps. 

"What the hell was that?" I say. I look at Arbella and see her staring at Falah. I look down at Falah and see her hand looks unscathed. "You healed her" I say. My voice won't seem to work very well and it comes out as a very quiet whisper. A million thoughts run through my mind. How did Arabella heal her??

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Arabella's Point of View
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I kneeled down beside Drew and this girl Falah. I had never seen her before but I could tell even behind all the wounds and blood she was pretty. With long brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. I can see her wings are torn and pulled apart. But they look as if they were red, or orange, like fire. I wish I could help her, but there is so much blood, her breathing is so shallow, I don't think my training in CPR will help at all. I reach forward and touch her hand. 

I feel a sharp jolt go from my hand through my fingers making me jump. A sharp spark flashes between the girl and I and she gasps as I pull away. 

"What the hell was that?" I hear Drew say but I can't take my eyes off of her hand. There isn't anything there, I mean the cuts, there all gone. The bruises, I can't remember where they were.  I hear Drew say something else but I can't tell what it was. I reach forward again this time prepared for the jolt I know happened last time. I gently touch her wrist and feel the flow from myself into her. There is no spark this time, maybe because I'm doing it on purpose. I don't know and I don't really care. 

I just want to help her. As I move my hand up her arm I watch the cut disappear. They look as if they are fleeing, leaving no trace behind. Only the dry blood remains on her pale skin. As I move my hand across her chest I feel her take a deep breath. I can feel my power weakening and pull my hand back. 

I need to focus on her worst injuries first. I can tell I'm not gonna be able to completely heal her. I need to save my energy. I run my hand across her stomach and her chest to start, focusing my mind on injuries beneath the skin. I find I know automatically where she is injured and what she needs. I then move to her head and run my hand across her forehead. I sit back and take a deep breath. As my hand leaves her skin, I realize how weak I feel. I fight the urge in my body to collapse back onto the grass and sleep. A pounding starts in my head and I know I'm too weak to do anything else. Please be enough. I think. Please save her. I close my eyes and push the pain in my mind away. I open my eyes and see she has sat up with Drew's help, before shutting my eyes again.

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Drew's Point of View
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I see Arabella weakening as her hands run across Falah's chest. She reaches up and runs her hand across Falah's forehead before she sits back. I see that she more falls backwards. But she stabilizes herself as she relaxes back away from Falah. I turn away from Arabella and look at Falah, she is trying to sit up. I quickly move forward and help her. She looks towards Arabella.

"We have to get her to the council. They are the only ones who can keep her safe Drew." She says.

"From who? Who did this?" I ask. 

"The Rebels. They are not just a small group Drew. They're big, they're organized, and they want a Hyper." She says. "I'll explain but we can't stay here, we need to get out of here and to the council. I'll talk on the way."

"I don't know if I can fly right now" Arabella says weakly. I look over and see her sitting on the grass with her eyes closed. Falah stands up and walks over to her kneeling in front of her. 

"Thank you for healing me. I wouldn't have lived without your help. And now I need to return the favor. You need to get up we need to leave before those people come back. Please" She says, her words becoming more strained as she speaks. Arabella opens her eyes and looks at Falah. 

"You can't fly either Falah, and Drew can't carry us both" Arabella says. I get a good look for the first time at Falah's wings. Their torn apart, feathers gone, muscles torn and hanging in strips. Falah turns and tries to take off just to stumble back onto the ground only a couple feet off the ground.

"Damn it" I hear her curse.

"Come here" Arabella says. "I can heal your wings, even if it takes all my strength, I'm too weak to fly anyways, Drew can carry me till I can manage myself."

"No. I don't want you using any more of your energy on me. You don't understand what our powers are or how to use them"

"From the way you've spoken about me, I assume mine are very rare abilities, if we need to get out of here now, this is the only way, you need to be able to fly, I can make that happen" Arabella says. I can tell she isn't gonna back down. I look to Falah.

"This could work Falah, I can carry Arabella, I did it earlier today" I say.

"Okay" Falah says quietly, she walks over and kneels in front of Arabella with her back to her. I see Arabella take a deep breath as she studies the damage in front of her. I see her eyes slide shut and her hands reach forward and touch Falah's wings where they connect to her back, her hands run along the top of the wings and color bursts back into place and new feathers unfurl. Falah gasps and closes her eyes. Arabella runs her hands the rest of the way along her wings and the fiery red of Falah's wings has returned to its former appearance.