Chapter 23

"Just try again," Beau urged again, looking at his bloody hand. "You’ll get it eventually." "Are you sure? You just don’t want to stop now?" I asked, knitting my eyebrows in concern. He literally looked like he was in pain. Every time I’d ask him how it felt, he’d lie and say it didn’t feel like anything. However, I knew it was either stinging, burning, or aching.

"I’m fine. Let’s just continue," Beau reassured, holding his bloody hand out to me. He wiped off blood with the third napkin he used today.

"Okay," I said after a couple of seconds. I closed my eyes, poising my hand over his palm. Inhaling, I recited, "Hilatu mikatu. Hilatu mikatu. Hilatu mikatu. Hilatu mikatu. Hilatu mikatu …"

I opened my eyes and groaned once more. The wound was leaking out blood.

"Hilatu mikatu," I concentrated. "Hilatu mikatu, hilatu mikatu, hilatu mikatu…"