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morning Ms. Tern,” Dr. Gannushkin smiled wider than usual and grabbed a seat for herself and our visitor. They both looked at me expectantly. “You may be wondering who my friend is. He is a very nice man, his name is Father Phillip and I thought he could help us out a little today.”
I looked at the father, priest, pastor...I wasn't sure what the proper term was, and he grinned back at me. I could see smile lines in his golden tan. That must mean something, right? She didn't wait for me to nod before she went ahead.
“Through the time that we've spoken I have come to the conclusion that you feel as though you are not alone. I have brought Father Phillip so that he might help us move through those feelings.” Father Phillip leaned over and shook my hand. What was this? I was completely unprepared for meeting a priest. Was this supposed to be an exorcism?
Nic was hovering closer to the window, he looked nervous and for the first time since I'd met him he didn't throw out a witty remark or mocking face. I glanced over to him quickly and hoped they didn't notice. Would an exorcism work, would it take him away from me? Nic tipped his head in response, he had no clue either.
Father Phillip seemed to sense some of my concern. I mean, I was sitting as far from him as I could without slipping off the opposite end of the bed. The man was bound to pick up on some vibes. I trembled when I looked at him, he was an intimidating man. He looked kind enough but there was such a seriousness behind his eyes. It lurked in there at the back and threatened to pop out.
“Hello Samantha,” Father Phillip grinned wholeheartedly at me. “I want you to know that I believe you are experiencing some left over spiritual energy from all of the traumatic things you have been through recently.”
I looked at Dr. Gannushkin to confirm that she was really going to side with this guy. She smiled kindly through her spectacles and I got the idea that this was some kind of set up.
“Please listen to Father Phillip, Samantha. We all want what's best for you.” she looked at the Father and he spoke up again.
“In my experience I have felt a good deal of spiritual energy and have had the privilege to assist some spirits in the transition between life and death. I'd like to do that now, with your permission.” Father Phillip stood up and gripped the edges of his bible. He made the sign of the cross.
“I am a friend of all spirits. I come to you from the mortal world as a friend and together we will help you crossover.” Father Phillip glanced at Dr. Gannushkin and then closed his eyes to continue.
The way the two of them had exchanged glances and the way they talked...it was almost like this was planned. Nic tried to laugh it off but he looked sick. I couldn't blame him, he had fought hard to stay here and if there was a chance that this would work...I wasn't about to let it. I gripped the blankets around me and made a sudden moaning noise.
“Ooohh” I wavered on the bed for a moment and then lay back on the pillow and put my arms around my head.
“Samantha?” Dr. Gannushkin leaned over the bed and Father Phillip put his bible down to stare at me.
“Dr.” I said as weakly as I could manage. “I, I'm not feeling well.” I let out another moan, this time much louder and we got the attention of a passing nurse.
“Everything alright here?” the nurse walked in began to check all the machines I was stuck to.
“Perhaps we can do this another time.” Dr. Gannushkin rose from her chair and gave me a very meaningful stare. I hadn't been as convincing as I'd hoped. The Dr. patted my arm and
I looked at the father, priest, pastor...I wasn't sure what the proper term was, and he grinned back at me. I could see smile lines in his golden tan. That must mean something, right? She didn't wait for me to nod before she went ahead.
“Through the time that we've spoken I have come to the conclusion that you feel as though you are not alone. I have brought Father Phillip so that he might help us move through those feelings.” Father Phillip leaned over and shook my hand. What was this? I was completely unprepared for meeting a priest. Was this supposed to be an exorcism?
Nic was hovering closer to the window, he looked nervous and for the first time since I'd met him he didn't throw out a witty remark or mocking face. I glanced over to him quickly and hoped they didn't notice. Would an exorcism work, would it take him away from me? Nic tipped his head in response, he had no clue either.
Father Phillip seemed to sense some of my concern. I mean, I was sitting as far from him as I could without slipping off the opposite end of the bed. The man was bound to pick up on some vibes. I trembled when I looked at him, he was an intimidating man. He looked kind enough but there was such a seriousness behind his eyes. It lurked in there at the back and threatened to pop out.
“Hello Samantha,” Father Phillip grinned wholeheartedly at me. “I want you to know that I believe you are experiencing some left over spiritual energy from all of the traumatic things you have been through recently.”
I looked at Dr. Gannushkin to confirm that she was really going to side with this guy. She smiled kindly through her spectacles and I got the idea that this was some kind of set up.
“Please listen to Father Phillip, Samantha. We all want what's best for you.” she looked at the Father and he spoke up again.
“In my experience I have felt a good deal of spiritual energy and have had the privilege to assist some spirits in the transition between life and death. I'd like to do that now, with your permission.” Father Phillip stood up and gripped the edges of his bible. He made the sign of the cross.
“I am a friend of all spirits. I come to you from the mortal world as a friend and together we will help you crossover.” Father Phillip glanced at Dr. Gannushkin and then closed his eyes to continue.
The way the two of them had exchanged glances and the way they talked...it was almost like this was planned. Nic tried to laugh it off but he looked sick. I couldn't blame him, he had fought hard to stay here and if there was a chance that this would work...I wasn't about to let it. I gripped the blankets around me and made a sudden moaning noise.
“Ooohh” I wavered on the bed for a moment and then lay back on the pillow and put my arms around my head.
“Samantha?” Dr. Gannushkin leaned over the bed and Father Phillip put his bible down to stare at me.
“Dr.” I said as weakly as I could manage. “I, I'm not feeling well.” I let out another moan, this time much louder and we got the attention of a passing nurse.
“Everything alright here?” the nurse walked in began to check all the machines I was stuck to.
“Perhaps we can do this another time.” Dr. Gannushkin rose from her chair and gave me a very meaningful stare. I hadn't been as convincing as I'd hoped. The Dr. patted my arm and
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