From a bowl on the side table, the doctor pulled more water with his magic and coated his hand. The clear liquid became blue from his manipulation and wove leisurely between his long fingers. It looked like fire, almost, and as refreshing as ice. He delivered the magic to Simon's chest with a feather-like brush of his fingers. The blue water penetrated his skin easily, appearing painless.
Simon's eyes widened.
"Does it hurt?" I asked, grazing his still very bruised face with my fingers.
With his other hand, the doctor dragged a blue-coated finger across Simon's face, healing the gashes and dark bruises. He removed both hands afterward. "We'll see how he holds up from here on."
That's it? Is it…over now?
