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Authors: Lisa Ladew
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idea. This was Katerina they were talking about. He watched her round the table and place her hands on Agnes’s shoulders. For several moments, nothing happened. It seemed to West that Agnes didn’t even dare to breathe. Then Katerina’s eyes slipped closed and her brows came together in concentration. West watched color fly back into Agnes’s face as she finally took a massive, rib-cracking breath. West felt wonder steal over him. She was doing it! She was doing something, anyway.
Katerina ripped her hands from Agnes’s shoulders and took a step back, the wall behind her stopping her short. Her eyes flew open and she stared at Agnes in what looked like horror. West felt that fear again, but when his eyes dropped to Agnes’ face, the fear dissolved. Agnes’ cheeks now held the color of a young girl’s. They glowed under her powder. He couldn’t exactly say that she looked younger, but she did look more vibrant, more alive. West was reminded forcibly of a dozen clichés. The one that hit him the hardest was of a centuries old vampire who had gotten a throat-quenching drink of young blood.
Agnes stood up, her earlier stiffness gone. She took three large strides into the living room, her sensible black shoes clunking on the floor, then turned around to face them. “I feel … I feel …” She looked at Katerina, her eyes sparkling. “What did you do?”
Katerina shook her head and looked at her hands. “I did - nothing …”
Agnes lifted her face to the ceiling and laughed. She looked back at Katerina. “That wasn’t nothing young lady, that was something amazing. You have to tell me what exactly you did. You have to tell me what was going through your mind. You have to tell me how it felt and if you knew whether it was working or not.” Agnes’ words ran together and in her excitement she did a little dance on the carpet. “You could be the greatest doctor that ever lived !”
“I just want to be a normal person!” Katerina cried and West saw panic fly into her eyes. She looked around the room, like a startled deer preparing to flee from a threat in the woods. West stood up quickly and put himself between Katerina and the door. It was too dangerous for her to run that way. She lowered her head and ran down the hallway, slamming the door to her bedroom. West looked after her in dismay.
“Oh no, I’m sorry,” Agnes said, but with a wide smile still on her face. West doubted she even knew it was there.
“It’s not your fault,” West told her, sinking back down into his chair. He put his head between his hands and tried to absorb what had just happened. In his imagination, he could see Katerina flinging herself on the bed and doing the same thing he was. It had to be so much worse for her.
Agnes came back to the table and sat, but her legs and arms jiggled constantly. She seemed to be full of new energy.
West lifted his head and studied her. “So what happened?”
“I’m not exactly sure,” she answered, excitement in her voice. “At first I didn’t feel anything, but then I felt a warmth and tingling in my chest, and suddenly I was flooded with enough energy to run a marathon,” she said, in her clipped, British tones.
“Do you think she… fixed you?”
Agnes leaned forward and grasped both of West’s hands with hers. “I do, West. I think she added ten – maybe twenty years to my life. Do you think she will come back out? I would love to ask her if she thinks she fixed me.”
West smiled weakly but shook his head. “No, I don’t think she’ll come back out.”
Agnes sighed. “I guess I came on a little strong.” Her hands drummed on the table.
West nodded.
“Will she mind if I tell you what I know about her? You can tell her later. Something could help her.”
West leaned forward, eager to hear this. “No, she won’t mind. She knows that’s why you came.”
“Okay first,” Agnes counted off on her fingers. “She’s powerful. She is the most powerful healer I
Katerina ripped her hands from Agnes’s shoulders and took a step back, the wall behind her stopping her short. Her eyes flew open and she stared at Agnes in what looked like horror. West felt that fear again, but when his eyes dropped to Agnes’ face, the fear dissolved. Agnes’ cheeks now held the color of a young girl’s. They glowed under her powder. He couldn’t exactly say that she looked younger, but she did look more vibrant, more alive. West was reminded forcibly of a dozen clichés. The one that hit him the hardest was of a centuries old vampire who had gotten a throat-quenching drink of young blood.
Agnes stood up, her earlier stiffness gone. She took three large strides into the living room, her sensible black shoes clunking on the floor, then turned around to face them. “I feel … I feel …” She looked at Katerina, her eyes sparkling. “What did you do?”
Katerina shook her head and looked at her hands. “I did - nothing …”
Agnes lifted her face to the ceiling and laughed. She looked back at Katerina. “That wasn’t nothing young lady, that was something amazing. You have to tell me what exactly you did. You have to tell me what was going through your mind. You have to tell me how it felt and if you knew whether it was working or not.” Agnes’ words ran together and in her excitement she did a little dance on the carpet. “You could be the greatest doctor that ever lived !”
“I just want to be a normal person!” Katerina cried and West saw panic fly into her eyes. She looked around the room, like a startled deer preparing to flee from a threat in the woods. West stood up quickly and put himself between Katerina and the door. It was too dangerous for her to run that way. She lowered her head and ran down the hallway, slamming the door to her bedroom. West looked after her in dismay.
“Oh no, I’m sorry,” Agnes said, but with a wide smile still on her face. West doubted she even knew it was there.
“It’s not your fault,” West told her, sinking back down into his chair. He put his head between his hands and tried to absorb what had just happened. In his imagination, he could see Katerina flinging herself on the bed and doing the same thing he was. It had to be so much worse for her.
Agnes came back to the table and sat, but her legs and arms jiggled constantly. She seemed to be full of new energy.
West lifted his head and studied her. “So what happened?”
“I’m not exactly sure,” she answered, excitement in her voice. “At first I didn’t feel anything, but then I felt a warmth and tingling in my chest, and suddenly I was flooded with enough energy to run a marathon,” she said, in her clipped, British tones.
“Do you think she… fixed you?”
Agnes leaned forward and grasped both of West’s hands with hers. “I do, West. I think she added ten – maybe twenty years to my life. Do you think she will come back out? I would love to ask her if she thinks she fixed me.”
West smiled weakly but shook his head. “No, I don’t think she’ll come back out.”
Agnes sighed. “I guess I came on a little strong.” Her hands drummed on the table.
West nodded.
“Will she mind if I tell you what I know about her? You can tell her later. Something could help her.”
West leaned forward, eager to hear this. “No, she won’t mind. She knows that’s why you came.”
“Okay first,” Agnes counted off on her fingers. “She’s powerful. She is the most powerful healer I
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