Free TheHealers by Lynsie Buchanan

that particular season in the north.
    I sped up to the light quickly only to be deterred by a change of color. Red. My mind continued to be in a haze as I waited for the green light. I thought about Alexander again. Funny, at this distance I was a little more rational. I just went through the classic symptoms of people that experience trauma. He was there, and very masculine, ready to save me. No matter how much I claimed to be independent, I knew there was a reason we needed men. They would always be protectors. Something in our female genetic makeup would always know that. And, therefore, feel a false sense of security, and that had driven me to feel emotions that weren’t real. Maybe the magic had just been mine. The crazy emotional turmoil I felt around him could have elicited those responses. Lost in thought, I heard someone behind me start to honk. Great. I turned left into Cameron’s neighborhood. Before I knew it, I pulled into the curved driveway in front of her red brick house. A lot of homes in the south are covered in brick. I think it’s cheaper to acquire brick here, or maybe the houses are newer. The greenery spread all over her front yard to show off the hard work she and Jeff had put into the yard.
    As soon as I put the car in park, I jumped out, barely remembering to grab the keys. I found my hands on the brass knob on the wooden door. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
    “Cam? Where are you, sweetie?” I stepped into the house further and heard her sobs. She was upstairs, probably in her bedroom. I knew no one else was here so I jumped up the stairs on my right, taking several steps at a time. I followed the sound of her tears and yet at the same time I knew where she was. I could feel the pain and turmoil going on within her.
    Running through her bedroom and into the master bathroom, I found her on the floor huddled up in a corner by the vanity area.
    There was blood. A lot.
    “It’s going to be okay.” My first words to her as I reached out and grabbed her into my arms.
    “I’m losing the baby,” her soft voice said. It was just fact. She sounded resolute but in no way alright.
    Then, I started to feel her pain again. It curled through my mind like a disease. It was much stronger. My mind started to go blank with the shock of what my body felt. I wanted it to stop. I pulled away from Cameron and brought my hands up to my own head.
    Hell no. Make it go away.
    Nervous adrenaline took over. I finally really looked at her. The mess of auburn curls were scattered all over her face, but I could still see those icy blue eyes peeking through. She seemed to be suddenly aware of my chaotic state, but still too deep in her pain to make a comment. The metallic smell of her blood started to throw me more over the edge. Before my body could erupt into convulsions, I reached my hands out to touch her stomach. The source of the pain.
    Her eyes widened and looked down to see what was happening.
    I looked down to see what was happening, too.
    Unable to see anything physical, I could feel the pain draining out of my mind. As I looked into Cameron’s eyes, it appeared to be leaving her as well. The stress wrinkles in her face started to ease as did her body. The tension slowly left the rest of her body. My eyes continued to watch my hands that were locked on the skin over her stomach. I could feel them a little, the tingle. The eruption in my head had finally left. Now the tingle slowed to a dull. I brought my arms around her again and just held her and prayed.
    Dear God, What is wrong with me? What am I?
    Trapped words found their way out of Cameron’s mouth, “You saved my baby?” There was an intonation on the end of her comment that sounded like a question. It matched the inquiring look in her eyes. They were filled with calm, but still unsure.
    “I’m not sure what I did.” The words just fell out of my mouth.
    We both just sat there in silence. And then joy started to overcome both of our hearts