Help Her Heal Novels & Stories

She would wake up once she heals completely. "Is there any way we can make her wake up before then? Or anything that could speed up the process?" Dean asked again. The doctor glanced at me. "She is still human with her. All she needs is support and her loved ones to be close to her. Always talking to her would help too. She might be able to hear you and try to heal faster." I nodded. I understood what he was saying. I would do it. I'll speak to her every day till she gets tired of hearing my voice. "Thank you, doctor," I murmured.

He would be her rock, her guiding light, and he would help her find a way to heal, to move forward. To be continued…

She didn't reply and her breaths were heavily labored. "What do I do?" It is funny how panic erodes one's sense of reasoning. I had managed to forget that I was a freaking WITCH. A healer at that. I snapped back to my senses. "I can heal her. I hope I am not too late." I gathered some moss and some other ingredients. "Can you hear me? I am going to heal you. It is going to be okay." I tried to locate the bleeding spot but it seemed to come from different part of her body.

Inexorably, they’d become star-crossed lovers, and he would keep his distance precisely because he wanted her too damned much. Irrespective of her words of assurance, Dev felt like a heel as he watched her pretty face devoid of any trace of blood, as white as the hospital bedsheet, the protruding scars of her wounds a cruel reminder of his atrocious behavior. An age-old bitterness filled him, and as he gazed at her beloved face, a new determination took life within him. At that heart-wrenching moment, he vowed fiercely to himself that he would bring a certain positivity in her life, a silver lining in her dark existence.

' If you're close to her or possibly share a bond with her then that could help heal her and bring her out of the coma. What can he actually do to help heal her? And, bring her out of coma? To be continued...

“Not completely.” “Trust is not required for healing,” Maera replied. “Presence is.” I rubbed my arms, suddenly very aware of phantom touches. Of heat. Of how alive I felt when they were near. “And if I don’t?” I asked. “Then you heal slower,” she said honestly. “And remain vulnerable.” Silence fell between us again. Finally, I straightened my spine. “Then I’ll train.” Maera nodded. “Good.” She handed me a small pouch containing some herbs. “This will help cleanse your system. Drink them nightly.”

she said to me, "What would I have done if I heard that the child of my best friend had also died as well?" "It's fine," I said to her, "I appreciate how you saved my life. My mother, wherever she is now, must be proud of you as well." She walked toward a table and began to mix something in a stainless ware. I got curious, "What's that?" "That's the healing balm I've been using on you all this time," she answered, "Your body had confused over four cups in the last two days. It helps to increase the rate at which your cells are being restored."

“Don’t say that.” “It’s true,” she said bitterly. “The Goddess may have marked me, but you rejected me.” Kaelen closed his eyes briefly. “And I’ll never forgive myself for it. But let me prove to you that I see you now — the real you. The one who heals when others destroy. The one whose light burns even in ruin.” She stared at him for a long moment, something fragile flickering behind her gaze. Then she pulled back slightly, her strength returning. “Go,” she said quietly. “There are still people out there who need help.”

I wrote on the notepad again, "What does this have to do with the healer?" The beta's expression turned serious, "The healer specializes in helping pregnant women who have experienced trauma. She can help you cope with your emotions and ensure a healthy pregnancy." I felt a lump form in my throat as I heard the beta's words. No one had ever offered to help me like that before. I had always been on my own, fighting to survive. I looked up at the beta, searching for any sign of ulterior motives. But all I saw was kindness and concern in his eyes.

She had to heal. “We both know that if there is too much damage…..” “Shut your mouth.” I growl at him “It’s not like she has an ounce of fat on her to protect her organs.” “Stop talking.” “Aiden, I’m just being realistic. You have to let them do what they can to help her. If she heals, that’s a bonus.” It’s a few hours before the doctor come to find us. “She’s in recovery.” “Is she okay?” I demand