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until the door had closed behind them, then laid an arm across Evaine's
shoulders.
"Well, love, shall we try it again?" he asked lightly.
Evaine took her place at their patient's head and laid her hands on his
temples, Rhys moving in opposite, at the man's left. This time Gregory calmed
immediately under her touch, slipping swiftly into an easy, profound sleep
which was intensified by the sedative they had given him. A peaceful stillness
descended on the room, dispelling the previous agitation of the man beneath
her hands, as she centered and held their patient's consciousness for her
husband's touch.
Rhys could feel the change of atmosphere, Evaine's readiness. With a sigh of
relief, he unlaced Gregory's tunic and eased it back from the injured left
shoulder, gently slipping his hands inside to curve around the broken angle of
joint and clavicle. Extending his senses to probe and explore the extent of the
injury, he traced the damaged muscles and nerve-ways and mentally felt out
the dislocation of the joint, the clean break in the collarbone, physically eased
the dislocation back into place before lining up the ends of the snapped bone
and beginning the processes which would regenerate it.
Profoundly centered now, as his Healing talents took over from mere
intellectual sensing of the injuries, he closed his eyes and let himself drift into
his Healing mode, let the power flow, feeling life-force channel through him as
it had so many times before, a part of him marvelling yet at the miracle of
Healing which had been given into his use.
He could feel the bones knitting beneath his fingertips, the swollen and torn
muscles shrinking back into place and mending, the bruises fading and
healing. He could sense the warmth of increased blood flow through the
injured area, carrying away damaged tissue and speeding the growth of new.
Finally, he opened his eyes and let more usual senses confirm what his soul
already knew, pressed sensitive fingers along the line of previous break and
dislocation, and knew that this part of his work was essentially done. His
patient might be a little stiff for a few days, but that was small price, indeed, to
pay for the outrage which had been done to his body. He did not think that
Earl Gregory would begrudge that small discomfort. Now he must try to discover
the reason for the rest of Gregory's symptoms.
As he raised his head and let his eyes refocus on the visual world, Evaine
caught his attention.
"I think I've found why he was so uncontrolled," she said, running the
fingers of one hand lightly along Gregory's skull just behind the left ear. "He's
got a knot here, hidden in his hair. I think he did get kicked. There's a slight
abrasion. You'd better take a look."
Frowning, Rhys moved his hands to the man's head and probed, his eyes
glazing lightly in his concentration. After a moment, he nodded.
"There's swelling inside the skull, as well as outside. That could well account
for his behavior. I'll see what I can do."
Again he sank into trance, his eyes closing, and this time the questing was
much more draining, the Healing more demanding. He had far more difficulty
visualizing what should be inside the skull, and he kept getting tangled in
Gregory's sedated thoughts.
But there was relief in his eyes as he emerged from this second Healing, and
he allowed himself a soft but satisfied sigh as he straightened and stretched.