Okay. Yeah, I think that would help. 'Cause it's a goal.
[she inwardly gulps when he cuts into himself because shit just got real. she glances at him as if she's asking for permission, then takes a hold of his arm by the wound in her right hand. she concentrates on the wound, picturing it healed and gone.
it is slow going and she swallows back her frustration. she can't afford to let herself get frustrated.
and slowly, the wound begins to heal, starting from the bottom up. it is leaving a scar, but it's working. that's the most important part.
and when it finally finishes healing, she lets go of his arm]
I didn't get the notification, sorry!
[she inwardly gulps when he cuts into himself because shit just got real. she glances at him as if she's asking for permission, then takes a hold of his arm by the wound in her right hand. she concentrates on the wound, picturing it healed and gone.
it is slow going and she swallows back her frustration. she can't afford to let herself get frustrated.
and slowly, the wound begins to heal, starting from the bottom up. it is leaving a scar, but it's working. that's the most important part.
and when it finally finishes healing, she lets go of his arm]
Okay. Okay. I think we're good?