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Chapter 3 by JaffaKree

Does Panacea come?

Of course


Panacea


I adjusted my costume and read the chart before going in. Taylor Hebert, age 18, lacerations to both arms and removal of rusty chunks of metal from both limbs. A Bay native, too.

She was the last patient of the day though, so it was harder than usual to conjure much empathy.

I carefully knocked in the door

"Come in!"

Then pushed open the door after I heard Taylor reply.

"Panacea!" She exclaimed.

Oh, great, I can only hope she's a casual fan instead of a cape groupie.

I gave her Vicky smile #12, happy but tired and eager to leave.

"Hi, Taylor"

She smiled with a surprising amount of enthusiasm for someone lying in a hospital bed.

"It's always nice to meet a fan of my work", I said, putting a slight urgency into my voice. Do I have your permission to heal you?"

Taylor looked a little disappointed that I was clearly in a hurry but recovered gracefully.

"Of course! How do I-"

"Just take my hands," I interrupted gently.

Taylor placed her hands on mine gently. I immediately saw how the jagged pieces of rusty metal had cut her arms and the precise cuts that the surgeons had used to remove a few metal chunks.

I healed her arms with a mere thought.

Oh right, had to follow that new protocol the hospital was insisting on.

"Is there anything else that you want help with?"

At that Taylor's eyes went distant.

"I want to be completely unafraid, the way I used to be."

I don't do brains. More precisely, I might be able to, and that scares me like nothing else does.

I suddenly noticed a Sex License card lying on her hospital gown. She had a License! I immediately felt myself get wet, and my nipples hardened underneath my uniform.

Of course, now that she had the **** of the law behind her request, I had to oblige her. I was only going to do the absolute minimum the law required though, and adjust her brain so that she was curious, uninhibited, and eager about sexual activities and positive about her new outlook. Wouldn't want her to be horrified about her new personality, after all.

It took even more time than her arms - almost half a second.

"Done," I said, getting her attention immediately.

What just happened?

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