Chapter Twenty-Four: Restored

Pain blossomed at the base of my spine, and I could feel my lips curling while I grit my teeth. My forearm rested over my forehead, and I squinted into the dust filling the small shop.

Birds were chirping outside, but besides that--there was no noise in the room.

"Timmy, are you okay?" I called, coughing while I sat upright.

It took a few minutes for the dust to clear, but the aftermath shook me when it did. The stool I was sitting on moments before snapped in half, and the leg of the stool splintered off on the other side of the room. I looked around for Timmy's orange and red-haired mop, but it was hard to see over the glowing blue light in the center of the room.

"Timmy?" I called louder, palpations raging in my chest. The blood rushed through my ears as it pumped forcefully through my heart.

"I-I'm a' okay! I justa' needed a second!" Relief poured over me when I heard his small voice answer.

Then there was a clatter of wood, and Timmy was crawling out from under a flipp