Chapter18: With Your Hands

*Canaan* Bexley’s dark eyes are wide with terror as she stands pressed against the wall in the infirmary. For the first time in ages, I don’t feel like I’m the only one in the room who doesn’t want anyone to look at them. I speak first, knowing exactly how she feels. “It’s okay, Bexley.” She shakes her head, that mortified look on her face not fading.  “It really is.” Justin sets the needle and thread he was trying to use to sew Ellison's wound aside, no longer needing it, and takes a few steps closer to her. She tries to back away, but she can’t. “Bexley, you healed his wound. With your hands.” Once more, she shakes her head furiously. “No. That’s not possible. I don’t know what happened. It must’ve been… the orange juice I drank for breakfast. It must’ve… spilled on my hands.” “Damn, I need to get myself some more of that orange juice,” Ellison jokes, trying to lighten the mood. It doesn’t work. He picks up his shirt, which is bloodied and has a small hole in it, and stands. “Thanks,