The Light of Memory, Part 2
It was a new sensation for Sam, absorbing the life force of another. However, unlike that time when he’d taken in celestial power from the Liberty Bell, the energy surging up his arm didn’t hurt. It felt cool and refreshing—like spring water shot directly into his veins.
He could feel the hole in his chest begin to stitch itself back together too, although Sam’s attention—and intention—was focused on something other than saving his own life. And, while he struggled to attempt this impressive feat of pumping healing energy into the hind that continued to pull against his other hand’s weakening hold, a flash of memory that didn’t belong to Sam appeared in his mind; a woman crying in her hospital bed as the doctors informed her that her husband didn’t survive the car accident they were in. Another memory flashed over this one; the same woman being told that her child had died on the operating table an hour after the loss of her husband.