Prayer To The Wound In The Shoulder นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I croaked, tears clogging my throat. Gently, I held his shoulder, afraid to cause more pain if I moved him to loosen the rope around his wrists. I let my head lean into his, wishing that he was all better, that his shoulder was fixed, that we were both healed and leaving this place. I just knew that he would have been able to get us out of here if he wasn't so injured. I sent a quick prayer up toward heaven to fix Zander. "Tru." Before he could say more, warmth spread from my fingertips. I gasped. Golden strings of light were wrapping around him, concentrating on his injured shoulder.

She was at peace. Sandy started to remember how she would sing Logan a lullaby every night when she tucked her into bed. Time has passed so quickly. It seems like only yesterday she was a baby. Now she is a young woman. Sometimes she wishes Logan were still that small baby without a worry in the world. She could hug her and make everything better. Now she feels helpless. Logan was experiencing emotional, mental, and physical pain. Sandy placed her hand on Logans head and began saying a healing prayer. She knew that praying for Logan was the only thing she could do. She could not take the headaches away. She recited the prayer. Loving God. I pray that you will comfort Logan in her suffering,

With my fingers, I slowly gathered every shard of the broken opal into a velvet pouch, not even leaving the tiniest speck of powder behind. Once they were all collected, I clutched the pouch tightly against my chest. "Andiamo, Mamma. We're never coming back to this place again."

My mother leaned in, her lips close to my ear, and whispered, “You will be fine, Azreal. You are strong, stronger than this.” I didn’t answer her, I couldn’t. Instead, I closed my eyes and tipped my head back against the couch and prayed to the moon goddess to please let this injury heal for once. The blood kept flowing, warm where it entered my arm. All I could do now was wait, and hope the bond I never felt wouldn’t kill me from the inside out.

The tears moved when I brought my head up and down, I don't know why but I felt completely vulnerable to this man. “Bear with it a little longer.” “Okay.” I said in a whisper. “Bring your hands here.” He instructed me, bringing my hands to his shoulder which I gingerly did. Before I could pull away from his shoulder, I felt the wound burnt by the medicine again and my body tilted forward.

“We just got married. We were gonna have a family. This can’t be happening.” Nate knelt in front of her, his hands on her shoulders, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “Hey, listen to me. Jack’s strong. He’s fighting in there. You gotta hold on, okay? Pray. That’s what you and Jack do, right? Pray together. Do it now.” She nodded, her hands trembling as she clasped them, her voice a whisper. “God, please, heal Jack. Bring him back to me. I need him. We need him.” The prayer felt like a lifeline, her faith the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

I hear that whispered reply and it just irks me more that she isn’t putting up a fight, but the burning pain in my shoulders is getting on my nerves. “Wait!” she calls when I’m a few yards away, but I keep walking. “Please listen, it’s about your wound. Water that has been under the direct moonlight will help with the injuries. You first need to-” I slam the door behind me, not wanting to hear another word from her and take the steps two at a time. I bite back a groan, the throbbing pain now spreading through my arms. It’s gradual but obvious that it’s getting worse. I’m barely up the stairs. I need to rest for a bit… then I’ll be fine.

When she raises her hands high above her head she beings to quietly chant her incantation. ‘Through earth and air, through fire and sea, Let the power of healing flow through me. By the ancient forces that guide us all, I cast this spell over the wounded who can’t stand tall. With light and love I heal the pain, Restore the body and make it whole again. By ancient forces I cast this spell, Mending wounds and making you all well.’

The headache intensified, forcing me to curl my body in to a ball and close my eyes to get more rest. *** Bear came to check how my wound was doing and he looked a bit upset when he saw that I have not healed much. He looked frustrated as he started cleaning the blood around the wound and applied done ointment over it. The ointment burned my wound at first contact but it soon cooled it and all the pain in my left shoulder and my arm disappeared. Once Bear bandaged my shoulder and arm, he carried on to care for the wounds on my fingers. Everything is going to leave a scar and for some reason, I was glad.

I sought solace in the presence of the Moon goddess, finding strength in the belief that she would guide Adolph's path to recovery. Later, when the sun had begun its descent, I made my way to Adolph's side once again. My heart sank as I saw him still locked in the depths of a coma, his body frail and vulnerable. I clasped his hand gently, feeling the warmth that emanated from his palm, a reminder of the life that still flickered within him. With unyielding resolve, I continued my silent prayers, urging the Moon goddess to bestow her healing touch upon him.