"…I will heal them; I will guide them and restore comfort…"
Isaiah 57:18–19
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"What in God's name is that? How'd you heal my... wound?" Desmas asked, bewildered and amused.
In which Elias replied with confusion. "I... I don't know... I just asked... Prayed.."
"You prayed? You... Prayed? And healed me? Are you some Jesus' desciple or something?" Desmas is still confused by how his wounds miraculously closed up.
"Nahh... This is a dream innit? You fooled me mate..." He said as he pinch his cheek.
"..." Elias said nothing.
"Ouch! This.... This is real?" Desmas asked himself and touched his abdomen again.
"You... You really healed me..." Said Desmas as different emotions gripped him. Gratefulness, confusion, amazement, and fear... Fear of the unknown.
Perhaps Elias saw his fear and said, "Fret not, for I'm not evil."
Desmas swear, he saw a radiant golden light leaving Elias' body. But when he blinked, it's gone.
"Alright, I don't know what the f*ck you did to heal me but I'm grateful. I just hope there's no catch." Desmas said.
"There's no catch. No side effects. Now will you guide me to the station?"
"Alright. Let's go." Desmas tried to bury the confusion on the back of his mind.
(I just hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the end..) Desmas thought.