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is,”
he said, and stood, extending his hand. “Welcome aboard.”
    Julie smiled, and stood to shake his hand.
The smile faded from her face the minute she made contact with his
hand. How could this be? It's impossible. Julie pulled her
hand back and stared incredulously at the doctor.
    “What's wrong?” he asked her.
    “I... I have to go,” Julie said, and turned
for the door. She made it to the door, but was unable to open it.
The doctor was holding it shut.
    “What did you feel?” he asked her. Julie
shook her head unable to speak. “What did you feel, Miss Miller?”
he asked, again.
    “Nothing,” she whispered. He turned her
around to face him. She looked up at him, not understanding how it
could be possible. “Nothing,” she said again, more firmly. “You
have no heartbeat. How is that possible?” she asked, accusingly.
“You should be dead,” she said.
    “I guess that makes us both special,” the
doctor said.
    “How did you heal Billy?” he asked,
softly.
    “I... didn't,” Julie said, turning her head.
His fingers lightly turned her face back to his.
    “I saw you. You were in pain,” he said, his
voice soothing.
    “I took it from him,” Julie said, unable to
keep quiet.
    “It was inside of you, then,” he said, his
fingers still on her face.
    “Yes,” she said, her voice sounding far
away.
    “Where did it go?” he asked, his lips close
to her ear.
    “Away,” she said, and closed her eyes.
    “How?” his lips brushed the side of her
face.
    “I don't know,” her voice was barely audible.
She opened her eyes to see him staring at her.
    His hand brushed her cheek. “You are not just
a simple volunteer,” he said, and moved away from her. Julie was
unsure of what just happened. She felt like she had been in some
kind of trance. She shook her head to clear the fog that still
lingered. “I saw you looking at Michele Royal. You didn't heal her.
Is cancer out of your ability?” he asked her.
    Julie stared at him, still trying to
comprehend the turn of events. She remembered the child curled up
tightly in the bed. “I can, but I need time,” Julie said, still
having a hard time believing she was having this conversation with
him. This is dangerous for him and me.
    “How much time do you need?” he asked
her.
    “Wait!” she said, her nervousness returning.
“I can't... you can't know... I have to leave. This is not safe,”
she said, turning again for the door. He, again, blocked her way.
She backed away from him, not wanting to lose her senses as she did
before.
    “What do you mean, it's not safe?” the doctor
asked her.
    Julie was beside herself with fear. “You
don't understand. They'll find me and take me back,” Julie
said.
    “Who's 'they'? Explain to me. Let me help
you,” he said, coming closer to her.
    She backed up again and found herself against
the desk. “No! No! You don't understand,” she said, feeling the
tears on her face. He was there, touching her face, wiping away the
tears.
    “Calm down,” he said, his voice again having
a soothing effect. “No one will know anything. I promise. We will
work together. I will keep you safe,” he said, his voice, again
near her ear, calming her.
    “They're dangerous,” she said, softly,
closing her eyes. “They killed others who tried to help me,” she
said, feeling like she was floating.
    “Trust me,” was the last thing she heard him
say before she lost consciousness.
    Julie awoke, slowly. She found herself on a
small couch, still inside the doctor's office. She saw him at his
desk, doing paper work. “How long was I out?” she asked, sitting
up.
    He put down his pen and looked at his watch.
“About twenty minutes,” he said.
    “Can you, like, not do that anymore?” she
said.
    The doctor gave a small chuckle. “As long as
you don't get yourself into a frenzy, I can,” he said. He got up
from his desk and walked over to the couch, before sitting down
next to her. “Are you going to work with me?” he