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“All that matters right now is that you’re open to talking.” Judy nodded in agreement. “It may take more than one conversation. Healing usually does. But taking this step—it matters.”

“What about her?” Alexander’s gaze remained unfocused. “Everything.” Silence filled the room. Dr. Winters closed her notebook gently, then spoke, “Alexander, healing isn’t linear. Some days will feel worse than others. But you cannot punish yourself forever.” He let out a hollow laugh. “I’m not punishing myself.” “Then what would you call this?” she asked softly. Alexander didn’t answer. Because there was no answer that didn’t hurt. After a few more questions, Dr. Winters stood. “We’ll pause here for today. Same time tomorrow.”

"Healing is not a single event. It is a sequence. Each session builds on the last the way a foundation builds on earth: slowly, with pressure, with the understanding that what you are making must hold the weight of everything that comes after." * * * The morning of Kai's second treatment session feels different from the first.

: is she okay or does our Queen B needs rehab? I took her phone from her. What is this? I whispered, you tell me! She said immediately. Where were you last night Zuri, I searched for you, I asked and I came out, your car had zoomed off in the night, I asked Mason he said, you had migraines and you needed to rest and I shouldn't worry, only for me to see this when I woke up in the morning. What time is it, I asked It's we need a solution o clock, G answered sarcastically. Hahaha, how funny I responded, what do they mean by rehab? What is going on

The rest ; Pike, Kira, Jax, the twins from Silver Creek, the sisters from High Pine all watch. “Today,” I say, “you stop being what Vincent made you.” I set three bowls on the table. Willow bark. Moonvine. Honey. “First rule of healing,” I say. “You save before you swing. Mom taught me that. Beta Cleric taught her.” Cleric steps up beside me. He’s got flour on his leathers from helping in the kitchens. Beta, healer, father. All three at once. “Your mom,” he says to the room, “Lina. She could set a bone with one hand and knock an Alpha flat with the other. But she always chose the bone first.”

Everything in me wants to say something that matches the size of what he just admitted, but none of it comes. "Okay." The word comes out flatter than I mean it to. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." I turn and leave before he can say anything else, my hands curling into fists at my sides the whole walk down the lawn. --- POV: Haley I go to Nathan's after, the way I always do after these appointments, some habit neither of us ever named out loud. He opens the door and reads my face before I say a word. "What happened?" "I went to the hospital today." He steps back from the door this time, and I follow him in. "New specialist. Dr. Reeves finally got him in."

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

she shares with the group quietly. Everyone is intensely listening to Jenna as they are curious how the healing works. “If I healed you, then you would have felt warmth and a sense of peace come over your body. For me I absorb your pain or injury. If you have a broken arm, I have a broken arm. If you have a cut, I have that same injury although you may not see the blood. I then need time to heal myself, which can take hours or days depending on the severity of the injury.

I ask, hoping he doesn’t think I’m as crazy as I sound. He studies me for a minute, like he’s considering how to respond, and yeah, I’m pretty sure he thinks I’ve lost the plot. But to my surprise, he doesn’t say that at all. “I can’t say anyone’s ever described it to me that way before. But it’s a proven fact having a mate close improves healing, the same way a recent rejection can prevent it. “But what I can say is this, if that’s what you experienced and it led to this, by all means keep it up. Healing damage like yours is part hard work in therapy and part Moon Magic. No one really knows how it works, just that it does.”