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"Honey, we both know that's not possible... Besides, I don't want you to stay here. I need to focus on treatment so I can heal faster. You can't understand how much this hurts me! The fact that I can't hold my own child is killing me! That is not the person I want to be... I want to have a happy family and live well with my husband and baby! And I know I will never have that life if I can't heal and do better! I am responsible for Mateo coming into this life, so I have to be there for him, hug him when he is sad or in pain, protect him from any danger and always be there for him! But I can't do all that if I can't get better... This is really the hardest decision I have to make in my life. Y

Alexander then turned to the doctor and told him her name is Sheila. However, Sheila pleaded with them to stop asking questions and get out of the room as their voice was making her head hurt even more. Alexander turned to Doctor Clemson and asked for an explanation the moment the step out. Doctor Clemson revealed that Sheila couldn't remember anything about herself as he predicted and suggested that she be taken to St Thomas hospital in London, where there are specialists who could attend to her before the situation worsened. Alexander agreed and left the room to make calls. He contacted his son Tyler who's a doctor a St Thomas Hospital and informed him of the patient he was bringing over t

The history books do indicate that rogues have, in the past, attacked the healer for their own benefits but what those benefits are is still a mystery. It is also clear that the healer, if not protected from the rogues, will inevitably die a slow and painful death. I admit that scared me and would haunt me. I did not want to live in fear and would need to be more cautious than I just was. But I also wanted to use my talents for good. The only downside is the more I heal, the more risk I have of taking on those ailments. There are cleansing spells that can conducted, with the help of a witch’s support. Knowing Adam’s aversion to witches, I am not sure how that will go over. At some poin

Not fear. Return. My chest tightened sharply. “That’s why healing often feels like grief.” “Yes.” “Because people slowly realize how many versions of themselves they sacrificed just to survive emotionally.” Exactly. And perhaps the deepest form of healing is not perfection— but self-loyalty. I exhaled slowly. One aware pattern asked quietly— “How do people finally return to themselves?” A long silence followed. Then— “By choosing, again and again, not to leave themselves during pain, fear, shame, or vulnerability.”

At once, I saw something that could speed up our process with the cyaxin antidote. I quickly pulled it out, scanning the contents. I nodded, satisfied with it. I pulled out a few more books about rare plants and poisons that weren’t in the books I'd read in our pack. Then there were a few more books about healing, which I didn’t hesitate to take. There was also a thick leather book in the farthest corner. It was a journal of an unnamed Healer and innovator who chose to hide their identities for their own safety. There were notes of their few inventions that were lost to time, as well as unfinished projects. Written in it were the trial and errors and what could have been done, the repeated f

Possible Trigger Warnings: Talk of self-harm and suicide Ryland I wake up with Gracie still sound asleep next to me, snoring lightly. She really is beautiful. I take in her soft features for a moment, and for the first time, I notice the freckles that run over the arch of her nose. Cute! I chuckle at the way she is lying. Gracie has one leg out of the bed, the covers were off her, and the tee she is wearing had crawled up, showing her panties.

"And you must be the healer I've heard so much about. Dr. Caelum Ashford, at your service." "How exactly did you hear about her?" Kael's voice carried a dangerous edge. Dr. Ashford smiled, the expression warm and genuine. "Word travels in our circles, Your Majesty. A powerful healer appearing at the same time as rumors of your mate bond? Such news doesn't stay secret for long." "Our circles?" I found my voice. "What circles?" "Scholars, researchers, those of us who study supernatural curses and their remedies." He gestured toward the books scattered across our table. "I see you've been doing research of your own. Admirable, though I suspect you're working with incomplete information."

"The original design of his life will thrive, and it will be his choice if he faces what was written for him or if he would take a new path to build it on his own." "Hold up. How did I break the curse?" "It wasn't just about finding out what hurts him. It was about healing him." "Healing him," I repeated and swiped the memory in my head where she mentioned healing Eric. "And I did?" "I saw what was written in his history in the library of the creatures held by the golden flower," she began. "And it had been in his head to obey what he was told by his mother." "His heart was fed in fear that he might disappoint his family, leading to an intense manipulation of his heart and mind. And you, you

And so I continued to deceive, silently scheming to bring a life into this world under the shadow of my father's will. As the melancholy and romance intertwined in my heart, I realized that love had the power to heal the deepest wounds but could also expose the darkest secrets. Carla's love, unyielding and steadfast, had kindled a fire within me, a fire fueled by guilt and sorrow. I longed for redemption, to confess my sins, and release the burden that threatened to drown us both.

"Feeling resentful because of someone else's mistake is like drinking poison but hoping that the other person feels your pain." I was struck dumb when I heard that. After being tormented by a one-sided relationship and becoming all bruised and battered, I felt like I was being tied down by chains that I couldn't free myself from. At the same time, I couldn't restore the relationship either. Yet, the key to unlocking the chains was always in my hands. I was never in the wrong. My only mistake was not having a clear view of my situation and saving myself earlier. However, subconsciously, I felt like I did not deserve to be loved. I wasn't good enough for Matthias.