The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 2610 by Angharad Copyright© 2015 Angharad

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This is a work of fiction any mention of real people, places or institutions is purely coincidental and does not imply that they are as suggested in the story.
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Allie arrived and we took a taxi to Charing Cross Hospital, which is in Fulham having moved there twenty or more years ago. It’s a big London teaching hospital and in some ways I was glad Sammi was here as the level of expertise was likely to be greater than in even somewhere like Portsmouth.

Sammi was under the care of Mr Ahmad, who turned out to be a tall elegant Middle Eastern man who spoke English without the hint of an accent. “You are this young woman’s mother?”

“Adopted mother, yes.”

“The injuries she received were severe and I wondered at one point if she would survive and then if we’d have to amputate one or both legs.”

My tummy flipped. I couldn’t imagine Sammi without legs—the vivacious young woman that she is or was—would she cope? I don’t think I could.

“Happily, I believe she will make a full recovery and keep both her legs.”

I let out the breath I’d been holding in unconsciously. “Thank goodness for that, thank you so much Mr Ahmad for the care you’ve given her. We’re all so grateful.”

“I have done nothing other than try to keep her alive to be able to operate, I would like you to tell me what you did to her during your visit to improve her one hundred per cent.”

I blushed—oh bugger—I suppose as Sammi’s life was in the balance and now she’s improving, it’d be worth my sacrifice to keep her that way—if the energy allows it. “I didn’t do anything—only talk to her.”

“So, Mrs Cameron, you talk to Samantha and the patients either side of her improve dramatically as well? I did not come down the Thames in a banana boat, so what did you do?”

“Mr Ahmad, all I did was sit and hold her hand and talk to her.”

“You come from Portsmouth, do you not?”

“Near there, yes.”

“There is rumoured to be some magical healer there, is there not?”

“I wouldn’t know, I’m a university teacher not a health professional and the few times I was a patient in the hospital there, I didn’t see any magical healer.”

He fixed me with a stare, “Show me how you talked to your daughter.” He marched me out to the cubicle in which Sammi lay and blushing I sat beside her and touched her hand. As soon as I held her hand she smiled although still in a coma.

“Hello, darling, I’m back: I want you to concentrate on my voice and follow it back to wakefulness when you feel ready. Now imagine a beam of sunlight coming directly down to you—like a gift from the universe. Feel its warmth on your skin and feel yourself relaxing as you luxuriate under this delicious sunshine. As your skin warms let it allow the light to pass through it and into your body. It’s a very special light and can help heal the injuries you received in your accident. So let this light enter your body and heal you—feel it circulating around you repairing damage or injury wherever it finds it, reducing pain and swelling. See it doing this now.”

“You are using hypnosis, Mrs Cameron.”

“Suggestion I prefer to call it, but yes guiding and encouraging the body to heal itself. All I’m doing is speeding things up a little.”

“Just a little?”

“Yes, why?”

“Mrs Cameron, before your visit your daughter had multiple fractures on both legs. Today we re X-rayed them, she has no fractures and swelling has halved, even if it was speeded up a little it would take six weeks or longer to arrive at this state. How did you do it?”

“You watched me just now.”

“The nurse spoke about a blue light being about you—where is that today?”

“What blue light?”

“Mrs Cameron stop playing games with me—show me how you do it—please.”

“If the light agrees to cooperate—okay.”

“What is this light that it makes decisions?”

“I don’t know where it comes from or why it chose me, but it did and it decides if it will work with me or through me.”

He shook his head, “Please ask if it will help you assist this other lady who has some very nasty injuries.” He led me over to a different cubicle where a woman in her forties lay attached to more machines than they have in NASA for space travel.

I was trapped but if this was what I had to do to save Sammi, I would, assuming the light would play ball with me. I sat next to the woman and taking her hand spoke to her. “Hello, Mary, my name’s Cathy and I’ve been asked to help you. I know you’re in a strange place at the moment but just trust me and listen to my voice and in a moment you will see a blue light, just follow it and it will lead you back here, back to your body and to full health...” I could feel the energy flowing but whether or not the others could see it, I didn’t know—nor care that much.

The woman had multiple organ failure from trauma—I saw the accident in my mind’s eye—she was hit by a motorcyclist while crossing the road. The rider died at the scene and so did she except the paramedics restarted her heart a few minutes later. She had brain damage, but I’d managed to sort that quite quickly, her kidneys were another matter and she had a tear in her liver—fusing that was a challenge.

I stopped when I’d sorted the major problems. Mr Ahmad was still watching me. “Is that it?” he asked.

I nodded, “Yes, she’ll survive—but it’s going to be a long job. The motorcyclist didn’t survive the accident?”

“No, he died at the scene.”

“Ruptured aorta, nasty,” I said.

“How d’you know that?”

“I saw it through Mary’s eyes and just knew.”

“Your daughter is conscious. You were healing her as well, weren’t you?”

“I’m only an instrument, the energy goes where it will.”

“You have a real gift. Two other patients who we’d almost given up on have improved and may well recover. You helped them too, didn’t you?”

“Did I?”

“You must let us research this energy—it could save millions of lives.”

“Sadly I can’t do that and I’m afraid you’ll forget what you’ve seen and accept that my family heal remarkably quickly.” There was a flash of blue and he seemed disoriented for a moment and walked off without seeing me. I returned to Sammi. As he said she was awake.

“Hello, darling,” I bent over and kissed her cheek.

“I knew you were near, Mummy, you said you’d come and rescue me.”

“I try to help, darling.”

“He tried to kill me, Mummy.”

“I know, darling—he can’t hurt you again.”

“How d’you know?”

“He was killed.”

“Killed? But he drove off.”

“They killed him later.”

“Who was it?”

“Some underling from the Russian embassy.”

“Why, Mummy? Why did he try to kill me?”

“I don’t know but we suspect it was to do with the work you do in cyber protection.”

“That’s so unfair, Mummy,” she began to sob.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” I said cuddling her as best I could through all the tubes and wires.