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A Lick Of Frost :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 69 из 184"How are you doing that?"
"You see ittoo, then," I said, voice soft.
"Yes," he whispered.
"Don't you want children, a family?"
I saw her, standing in the shop again. She was staring out at the passing tourists. She held a cup of tea with both hands. Two shadowy figures hovered around her, one boy, one girl.
"What is that?" he asked, voice so full of emotion that he sounded in pain.
"The children you would have with her."
"Are they real?" he whispered.
"They are, but they will only be flesh if you love her."
"I can't…"
The phantom boy by her side turned and seemed to look directly at us. It was unnerving, even to me. The doctor trembled under my hand. "Stop it," he said. "Stop it."
I drew my hand away from him, but he still had his own hand on my wrist. "You must let me go," I said.
He looked at his hand as if he hadn't known that it was there. He released me. His eyes were almost panicked. He looked behind me at Doyle and said, "Get away from him!"
One of the female doctors said, "Dr. Sang, it's a miracle. He can use his eye again."
He went to join the other nurses and doctors hovering around Doyle's bed. He had to shine his own light in Doyle's now-opened eye. He shook his head. "This isn't possible."
"Will you allow me to do the impossible on Abeloec now?" Halfwen asked with a small smile.
I think he would have argued, but he just nodded. Halfwen went to the other bed, and I got to do what I'd wanted to do from the moment I stepped into the room, I touched Doyle's hair. He looked up at me. His face was still blistered and raw, but the black eye that stared up at me was whole. He smiled until the corner of his mouth met the burns, then he stopped. He didn't wince, he simply stopped the smile. He was the Darkness. The dark doesn't flinch.
My eyes were hot, and my throat was so tight I couldn't breathe. I tried not to cry, because I knew that if I did I would lose control.
He laid his hand on mine where it lay on the bed railing. Just his hand on mine, and the first tears squeezed out.
Dr. Sang was beside us again. He said, "What you showed me was a trick to get me to let your healer work on him."
I found my voice, thick with tears. "It was no trick but a true seeing. She loves you. There will be two children, a boy first, then a girl. She is in her flower shop. If you call now, you may get her while she is still drinking tea."
He looked at me as if I had said something frightening. "I don't think a man can be both a good doctor and a good husband.
"You see ittoo, then," I said, voice soft.
"Yes," he whispered.
"Don't you want children, a family?"
I saw her, standing in the shop again. She was staring out at the passing tourists. She held a cup of tea with both hands. Two shadowy figures hovered around her, one boy, one girl.
"What is that?" he asked, voice so full of emotion that he sounded in pain.
"The children you would have with her."
"Are they real?" he whispered.
"They are, but they will only be flesh if you love her."
"I can't…"
The phantom boy by her side turned and seemed to look directly at us. It was unnerving, even to me. The doctor trembled under my hand. "Stop it," he said. "Stop it."
I drew my hand away from him, but he still had his own hand on my wrist. "You must let me go," I said.
He looked at his hand as if he hadn't known that it was there. He released me. His eyes were almost panicked. He looked behind me at Doyle and said, "Get away from him!"
One of the female doctors said, "Dr. Sang, it's a miracle. He can use his eye again."
He went to join the other nurses and doctors hovering around Doyle's bed. He had to shine his own light in Doyle's now-opened eye. He shook his head. "This isn't possible."
"Will you allow me to do the impossible on Abeloec now?" Halfwen asked with a small smile.
I think he would have argued, but he just nodded. Halfwen went to the other bed, and I got to do what I'd wanted to do from the moment I stepped into the room, I touched Doyle's hair. He looked up at me. His face was still blistered and raw, but the black eye that stared up at me was whole. He smiled until the corner of his mouth met the burns, then he stopped. He didn't wince, he simply stopped the smile. He was the Darkness. The dark doesn't flinch.
My eyes were hot, and my throat was so tight I couldn't breathe. I tried not to cry, because I knew that if I did I would lose control.
He laid his hand on mine where it lay on the bed railing. Just his hand on mine, and the first tears squeezed out.
Dr. Sang was beside us again. He said, "What you showed me was a trick to get me to let your healer work on him."
I found my voice, thick with tears. "It was no trick but a true seeing. She loves you. There will be two children, a boy first, then a girl. She is in her flower shop. If you call now, you may get her while she is still drinking tea."
He looked at me as if I had said something frightening. "I don't think a man can be both a good doctor and a good husband.