CHAPTER 38: NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO HELP YOU!

'No, this is my way of saying that my healing only works on the living, not the dead.'

'Am I deceased?' Forneius laughed lightly in confusion.

'You tell me Forneius! What have you done to yourself? She asked impatiently.

'What are you talking about woman?' He stomped his feet as he stood up. He had had just about enough of the conundrums.

'Forneius, answer me! Is power all you think about? Your body is completely controlled by magic. I tried to heal you of your outlandish ailment earlier but my magic wasn't strong enough!' She explained.

'No surprise there.' He said simply with no look of compunction or worry.

'Really Forneius? I'm the best healer there is and you know it, which is why you came to me and not your mistresses.' She reminded him.

'Obviously, I've wasted my time.' He stretched his sleeve.

'You have killed yourself Forneius, murdered your own soul you bastard!' Celeste scorned, tightening her fists.

Forneius' eyes widened in realization.

'Be…be careful what you say to me he stuttered and hurried on to leave.

'Forneius!' She called watching him walk away. He stopped to listen.

'Seek help from the elders now. Soon, no one will be able to help you, not even us!' Celeste yelled to his hearing before he continued to leave.

'What have you done to yourself Forneius?' She shook her head in suspicion and pity.

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Jeanette had a hard time putting a leash on her thoughts. She found it difficult to concentrate after waking up from the dream she had the previous night. She was taking too many bathroom breaks, she didn't want to make any mistake that would cost her her reputation or job.

She stared vaguely at her reflection on the bathroom mirror as her mind soared. Damien's cold hands holding her hips firmly, the gentle kisses on her bare skin. She tried to sweep the memories to the back of her mind but it seemed impossible! She hadn't dated for a very long time, so her senses were sharp.

'Oooh,' she sighed while anxiously rubbing the corners of her forehead with her fingers to calm herself down.

'Girl, what you doing in there?' Shanice asked distracting her from her thoughts.

'Jen! You in there?' She knocked again.

'Yeah, I'm busy! Could you please stop knocking?!' Jeanette replied.

*Knock *Knock*Knock*Knock*Bang!

Shanice began to knock and bang on the door even louder.

'What is it Shanice?!' Jeanette shouted through her teeth.

'Stop yelling you'll look crazy.' Shanice whispered.

'Oh really? I'll look crazy and you'll look just fine banging on the door like a drunk patient.' Jeanette replied sarcastically.

'Something's definitely wrong with this lady.' She concluded.

'The new doctor's asking for you.' Shanice yelled from the other side of the door.

'I'll be right out.'

'Good.' Shanice said, putting her hand in her pocket when her phone vibrated. She pulled it out and began to walk away.

'Well, is he in his office?' Jeanette asked as she rinsed her hands with the tap water and then dried her hands with a paper towel.

'Shanice?' She called when she got no response.

'Nurse Shanice?'

'Great.' She muttered and rushed out of the toilet.