Thirty Four

FOCUS on that! I demanded of myself. I continued my focus on the pain coming off my hand. The haze in my brain was lifting. The logic was making its way back to my mind. I refused to let it heal. I mentally called Michael. “Archangel I need you. Come quickly.” I felt the bond between Michael and me growing stronger the closer he got. Rational thought entered my mind and had me coming to my senses. With that being said, the strange feeling started to take heed again. A familiar sensation took my attention; I felt this with Michael our bond. This sensation was pulling me in another direction. It was weak, but it was there, it was close. I looked in the direction of the intruder. Still pinned to the wall, “What’s your name?” “Why do you care?” He spat at me, “I don't.” I answered. Michael arrived and was at my side in a blink of an eye. He looked at me. “You’re injured.” “It's nothing more and a flesh wound.” “ Why hasn't it healed yet?” “It was the only thing that kept me from complete