Chapter 21: Healing Touch
**Clint**
As Enya tried to use magic to heal Avery, I paced near the doorway. Cassius went to go and get her adoptive parents. We are going to let them stay the weekend with her. If we are why she nearly died, it is the least we can do. Conner and I watched helplessly as Enya tried to prevent Avery from going into shock to keep her organs from failing. When Enya rushed out of the room and returned with several bags of blood, I fell to my knees. What if we were too late?
I know that Avery is in the hands of the most experienced healer in our kingdom, but I still worry. Enya spent almost a decade in the human world learning how to treat humans, but what if that's not even and Avery slips into a coma?
I turn my head when I feel Cassius’s hand on my shoulder, “Brother, we found her and got her here. Enya is the best and Avery will pull through.”
I wish that I had his confidence, but I don't. When I look at Avery lying so still, I picture my parents in their coffins. When I looked up, June slapped me. “Your parents swore that she would be safe. They would be as disappointed as I am,” she said as she put her right hand to her side. I suppose that I deserved that. I merely nodded to her. I have no words that could explain how I feel right now. My brothers and I should have kept being assholes to her because it kept her safe.
“Tell me that you know who is responsible,” Anton says.
“We might, but we can't be certain and we don't know how the drugs that they gave her will affect her memory. Those responsible will pay. You have my word as your future king,” Cassius said. He is right because when we healed her open wounds, we tasted the drugs. They gave her more than enough to wipe any human’s short-term memory. I just hope that it didn't do any other damage.
When Avery first came to Naga, my brothers and I lashed out and kept doing it for a few years until after our parents died. Honestly, I started to feel bad about it after we had Conner drop her off in the woods and I think Conner did too. We should have stood up to Cassius but we didn't because he is the oldest granted not by much but in our culture and tribe it matters.
I sigh as I watch everyone leave Avery’s room as her adoptive parents sit vigil at either side of her bed. June and Anton are good people and such a strong couple but they were never blessed with offspring until they brought Avery here. I nodded goodbye to them and went to my room. I am dreading Monday. How am I going to look at Lenore and pretend that I don't know what she had a hand in doing?
**Avery**
When I was in death’s grasp, I felt so cold and alone. But then I felt warmth and the sensation of flying. At first, I thought that this must be how angels feel but then I realized that no god would make me an angel. In the darkness, I heard muffled voices and felt hands move my hair off of my face. I felt cherished as I drifted off to sleep.
In my dream, it took place when I was three. It was nightfall and I was asleep in my mother's arms as my father led the way through the woods. There was rustling in the canopy of the dense trees. Suddenly, loud thumps came from all around. My father tried to shield us as several dragons surrounded us. Then everything grew hazy and I couldn't see what was happening. I heard growls, roars, and thumps. I smelled burnt flesh and the acrid smell of blood. Then the scene became clearer. I saw my young self covered in blood clinging to what was left of my parents. Did dragons kill my parents? Why didn't they kill me too?
I don't know how long the dream was or how long that I slept, but when I awoke sunlight was streaming through my bedroom windows. My head was pounding and my throat was dry. I blinked several times trying to adjust to the brightness. On either side of my bed were June and Anton. They were each holding one of my hands as they slept. How did I get here? Why are they here, not that I am not happy to see them, but why?
“Momma, Poppa,” I croak. Their heads snap up at the raspy sound of my voice.
“Thank goodness that you are awake. We need to go get Enya. You must be thirsty too, so we will bring you something,” June said as she kissed my forehead and Anton lightly squeezed my hand before they left.
Not long afterward, I saw Clint peering through the crack of my door. “You can come in,” I say shakily.
He comes in but stands near the door. Deciding to not waste this opportunity, I ask, “I know what happened to me. Why am I all healed so quickly and how did I get back here?”
A wash of emotions crosses his face and it appears that he's having difficulty picking one. “You don't need to relive it and tell us, Avery. You need to rest. As for how you got here, it should not matter, only that you did should.”
He's back to being his usual elusive self. He is either ignoring my question on purpose or he is just being cruel because he must know. Just as he must know that his girl Lenore left me for dead. One of The Trio had to have found me or at the very least talked to the person who did. When I feel better, I will start my own investigation, but I know that I can't seek the justice I want against The Hoity Hags. I will just have to wait for Lady Karma to take her toll. I have been waiting a good portion of my life, so what is a few more days?
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