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Healed or No Deal?

The Reike woman continued her healing process on Narcisa’s slumbering carcass, knowing that, in Narcisa’s case, sleep was just as crucial a form healing as any, since for the past two and a half years Narcisa had not once willingly fallen asleep. She was afraid of it, and it usually happened without her permission, as her body would often shut down between hits of crack or even mid-sentence.

This sleep was different and we all knew it.

It was peaceful and serene and nothing resembling the usual tormented nightmare reel that ran through Narcisa’s tortured brain every other time it’s been lights out. We all breathed silently, afraid to interrupt it.
A good twenty minutes went by, and she woke up as Ana Lucia finished her magic. Jonathan and I stared in awe, waiting for her to start speaking in tongues, or shape shift into an angel, or the devil… or anything.
Anything. A sign.

She lay still for a beat with her eyes lit up before looking over at Jonathan and suggesting in a half-whispered croak, “Sushi?”
“Uhh… Sure,” We both said, shuffling to our feet.

Ana Lucia chuckled as she handed Narcisa her clothes. As Jonathan thanked the healer profusely, Narcisa got dressed and it was big hugs and kisses all around as we left the building with an overwhelming sense of ease.

The sushi restaurant was closed so we settled on a kilo joint next door. Narcisa ran to the buffet while Jonathan and I claimed a table.

“So,” He whispered to me, looking back at Narcisa who was ritualistically plucking palm hearts from a big bowl of salad with her chopstick fingers. “What do you think?”
“I donno…” I replied. “It’s hard to tell.”
“More will be revealed, I guess,” Jonathan nodded as he stood up to go grab some food for himself.

Narcisa sat down next to me.
“Well?” I said.
“Well. I feel good,” she told me as she ravaged a plate of mashed potatoes and palm hearts. “I trust these lady, man. It’s hard to explain. She make me feel comfort-able…. Is only first time I can relax when some body putting the hands on me an’ I don’ feel like they gonna molesting to me.. Is good like these, an’ then I can relax, got it?”
I got it, alright. “I could tell you were relaxed.. you were snoring…” I laughed.
“Oh man, It was SO good. I don’ sleep like these in a long time.”

Jonathan returned from the buffet with his plate of food, smiling brightly. We were all having a pretty successful day and he was finally letting his guard down enough to show it, which is the reason why, I believe, it was precisely that moment that Narcisa was hit full-force with a wave of madness.

NOTIFICAÇÃO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor Jonathan Shaw e Alessandra DeBenedetti. Os personagens mencionados são inteiramente fictícios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos, foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As várias fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.