Page 99 of Bones
“Trey, you ok?” Mac demanded.
“Yeah,” he said, sounding dazed.
Trey’s eyes focused on the thick bandage around his arm, and he started unwrapping it as Mac and I got to our feet. I moved to Trey's side, concerned about the amount of blood staining the bandage, but when it fell off, all three of us stared at his uninjured arm. Mac swore.
“What?” I asked, confused.
Trey’s eyes were wide. “You healed me. You healed me without touching me.”
“What?”
“I had a big gash in my arm from the pit.” Trey looked as shocked as I felt. “And now it’s gone.”
The three of us stared at the faint pink scar. My mind whirled. I’d never thrown my power like that. I’d never healed someone from a distance. And I’d certainly never healed myself before.
“Sam?” Trey asked, bringing me back to the present.
“She can’t heal him,” Mac answered before I could say anything.
Trey’s face creased with pain, and I felt that pain stab in my chest. I turned and marched back to Sam’s side, determined to try again, but Mac caught my arm and yanked me back.
“Bones, stop. You can’t heal him,” he said sharply.
“I can still try!” I tried to jerk my arm free, but he held tight.
“It was hurting you,” Mac argued.
“I don’t care!” I fired back.
“Bones,” Mac said in a soft voice I had never heard him use toward me before.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back the flood of tears. “Stop,” I choked out, “just let me…I can do it.”
I felt Mac step closer, and I opened my eyes as he pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me. I stiffened, but as he pulled me into a hug, all the fight went out of me. I sagged against his chest, sobbing into his shirt. His arms tightened around me as I cried.
“Why did you let him—” I sobbed.
“Bones, he wanted to save you. You were dying,” Mac murmured.
“I don’t care,” I gasped. “He shouldn’t have?—”
“Any of us would have done it,” Trey added, and I felt his hand rest on my shoulder.
“The fuck is everybody crying about?”
I jumped at the hoarse voice coming from the cot and pulled away from Mac to see Sam staring up at us. His eyes were glassy, but he grinned weakly.
“You! What the fuck were you thinking?” I dropped to my knees, grabbing his arm so I could take his pulse as I glared at him through my tears.
“Aww, Shortcake, youdocare!” Sam’s grin widened.
“Don’t ever do that again, Sam!” I tried to snap, but a sob choked me halfway through.
“I knew all those mugs of broth were the key to your heart,” Sam rasped.
“Sam—” I couldn’t even finish, my throat closing up.
“How do you feel, Sam?” Mac asked.
