Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan stared at him, his mouth hanging open. He had
expected questions, even accusations; not this blithe
acceptance of his healing spell.
“Come now,” the doctor said. “You can’t believe
that you are the first of your kind I’ve encountered.”
“No, sir,” Ethan said, recovering from his surprise.
“I had to heal it when I did. I couldn’t afford to lose too
much blood.”
“At least not that way.”
Ethan chuckled. “That’s right.”
“The bruise at your temple is new. The rest are a
few days old.”
“Yes, and I think I might have a broken rib.” He
pointed to the spot where Sephira’s man kicked him.
The doctor began to probe Ethan’s rib with deft
fingers.
“It isn’t broken,” he said after a few moments.
“Though one of these ribs feels like it’s healed from a
previous break.” When Ethan didn’t respond, the
doctor went on. “You’ve had a rough time of it.
Perhaps you should consider finding another line of
work.”