Chapter Twenty Nine: Never To Be Caught

Maxwell's fingers shook as he typed the message on Amelia's phone. He ensured that the panicked message sounded pressing yet believable. Something similar to what Amelia would write. With his heart racing, he pressed send, anticipating Jonah's imminent arrival.

He crouched next to Amelia, his gaze sweeping over her unmoving body. "Amelia, please open your eyes," he whispered, his voice filled with a blend of unease and urgency. He started by shaking her gently, then with more urgency, but she continued to show no response. He was filled with panic. She had a cool skin and shallow breath.

"Amelia, I beg you," he murmured, his voice trembling. He shook her once more, with greater force, but she still did not react. Maxwell's thoughts were moving quickly. He required her to wake up so that he would be sure that she was fine, but he also needed to leave before Jonah showed up.

Recognizing the seriousness of the situation, Maxwell quickly stood up. His eyes swept across the room, his mind in a flurry. He needed to leave immediately. He least wanted to be caught in this compromising position.

Before leaving, he glanced at Amelia one final time, feeling a mix of guilt and worry in his stomach. He retreated gradually, then spun around and ran quickly out of the scene. As he ran, the sound of his steps echoed in the air, unable to shake the haunting image of Amelia's lifeless body from his thoughts. While escaping, all he could do was pray that Jonah would come in time to check on her.

After getting the text, Jonah's heart raced as he sprinted through the streets, with Amelia's message flashing like a bright warning sign in his mind. He was flooded with panic. He had never felt so scared and desperate.

He sped up, feeling the burn in his legs as he maneuvered through pedestrians and ran through the traffic. He arrived at the entrance of Amelia's apartment building, breathing heavily and irregularly. He rushed up the stairs, doubting the elevator's speed. As he neared her floor, the dread in his chest grew heavier.

Upon bursting through her apartment door, the scene that met his eyes sent shivers down his spine. Amelia was lying on the ground with her skin looking pale and lifeless, her eyes shut. He momentarily stood motionless, unable to comprehend the situation. Next, fueled by nothing but instinct, he hurried to her immediately.

"Amelia!" he shouted, a blend of fear and resolve in his voice. He kneeled next to her, his hands shaking as they hovered above her. He noticed the barely audible exhale of her breath on his cheek, although it was unsteady and shallow. The pulse under his fingers was feeble too.

Jonah's thoughts were racing. He needed to help her. He instantly felt compelled to use his abilities, despite understanding the consequences. He closed his eyes and gently placed his hands on her chest, calling forth the healing energy inside of him. He sensed its movement, a glowing, golden light that beat in rhythm with his heart. He concentrated entirely on the light, urging it to transfer from him to her, repairing whatever was damaged within her.

Energy flowed intensely from him to her, and he sensed it beginning to take effect. Her pulse became more powerful, her respiration stabilized.

He put all his energy into the healing process, sensing it depleting him more and more every second. He continued despite his blurred vision and spots dancing before his eyes. He was unable to cease.

Gradually, Amelia's cheeks regained their color. She took deeper breaths, her heartbeat became steady. Jonah felt extremely relieved, yet his overwhelming exhaustion dampened his joy. He had exerted excessive effort, depleted his strength excessively.

Making one last attempt, he embraced Amelia tightly. She remained in a state of unconsciousness, yet still breathing, her body radiating warmth next to him. He stood unsteadily, his legs barely able to hold him up, swaying slightly. He had to exert monumental effort for each step as he brought her inside, to her bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed, his sight focusing into a dark tunnel. He had to ensure her safety, and had to shield her.

However, the fatigue was overwhelming. He was engulfed by a suffocating wave that dragged him from within. He barely noticed the feeling of descending, collapsing to the floor next to the bed. The final image he viewed before falling into darkness was Amelia's serene face, finding solace in the gentle movement of her breathing.

"I need to get some water," he mumbled to himself, his throat parched. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his shaky legs, and slowly made his way to the kitchen. Each step felt like an insurmountable effort, but he forced himself to keep moving.

The apartment was quiet, the only sound was the faint hum of the refrigerator. Jonah reached out, grasping the counter for support as he opened the fridge door. The cool air washed over him, giving just a little bit of relief. He grabbed a bottle of water, his hands trembling as he twisted off the cap.

As he lifted the bottle to his lips, a wave of dizziness crashed over him. The room spun, and he clutched the counter tighter, trying to stay upright. But his strength was fading fast, his body rebelling against the strain he had put on it.

"Come on, Jonah," he whispered to himself, willing his legs to hold him up for just a little longer. He took a shaky sip of water, the liquid soothing his dry throat. But it wasn’t enough. His vision blurred, dark spots dancing at the edges of his sight.

He took a step back, trying to steady himself, but his legs buckled. The water bottle slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor as he fell. He barely registered the sound, his mind already slipping into unconsciousness. The last thing he saw was the flickering light from the fridge door, and then everything went dark.
The Reborn Healer
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