Chapter 96 [That Night]
[A/N: Unique learning situation….lol!]
Clark reclined in bed. Sleep eluded him. His arms and legs still felt like lead. He tossed and turned with effort. He opened his eyes. Why am I feeling like this? He forced himself out of bed. He meandered to the bathroom. He threw cold water on his face to no avail.
Reflection blurred forming into a new and familiar face.
"Professor Dubois?" He jumped back.
Yes it's me. I'm sorry. I'm trying to channel the pain away from Lana and you. Right now, I'm with my sister and aunt in their place. I want you to focus. You know how you opened yourself up to me?
All right, he replied.
I want you to tune that pain out. Channel it into something else. She cleared her throat. Where are you?
My parents' house.
Where in the house? she pressed.
The bathroom.
She pondered the idea. I have an idea. It's a little gross but it'll work.
Anything to get rid of this weakness. What do I do? He looked around the bathroom.
Focus on your pain. Bring it to the surface. Make your hand really throb, she directed.
He grunted. At first nothing happened.
You have to concentrate! Come on, Clark! she chided.
A…all right. He concentrated again. He made himself forget about everything and everyone else. Distraction was shoved away. His arms sagged. Every inch of skin on his hands burned. Pain's needles jabbed hard. He clenched his teeth so he wouldn't scream.
Now stick your hands in the toilet water.
WHAT? He frowned.
Concentrate and do what I am telling you! No questions! I'm trying to help you!
He stuck his hands up to his elbows into the water.
Now push the bad stuff out. Native Americans do this all of the time. So can you. She cleared her throat.
He closed his eyes. Focus locked in on that task. Slowly the bad energy flowed out of his torso and down into his arms. From his hands, Weakness and Pain seeped into the water. He drained every bit of that feeling into that bowl. Slowly his strength returned. His legs felt sturdier.
Now take your hands out.
He did so.
Flush the toilet. We need to get rid of that stuff before it goes back into you, she coached.
His hand pressed down on the handle sending that energy to its new destination.
As he did so, he saw the ceiling get closer. He floated against the ceiling. What's going on?
You're doing it! YOU"RE DOING IT! she cheered.
He tried to focus long enough to get back to the floor. "What was that?"
You were floating, Clark! You were doing it! See? YOU CAN DO IT! she complimented.
I'll remember that. Hope you're feeling better. See you soon? He washed his hands and headed back toward his room. He got back into bed a lot easier than when he'd left it.
Problem solved. Solution maybe found….
