Authors' Note: Next chapter should be up by Thursday/Friday. Sorry this one is so short. The next one is going to be longer, so please don't stress out. :)
Healing Hands
Soundtrack: Crash and Burn (Savage Garden)
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned it's back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relieve and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can't face they day
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
Because there has always been heartache and pain
And when it's over you'll breathe again
You'll breath again
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please
To tame your wild wild heart
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
A door slammed shut, and Adam felt his stomach plummet as the chopper rose into the air. He wanted to open his eyes, but not matter how hard his mind
willed it, his body refused to obey.
Gentle, practised hands roamed over his body, pinpointing areas that hurt the worst. Adam gritted his teeth as they probed his shoulder, and the bullet that
was still lodged there.
A voice murmured in his ear, soothing, somewhat British and vaguely familiar. "Adam Gordon. Relax. Don't fight us, we're here to help you." A hand, gentle
as the voice, touched his cheek.
The voice was comforting, and Adam doubted he had strength to fight, anyway. Hands stripped away his soaked uniform jacket and shirt, and covered him
with a warm blanket. All the while, the voice whispered near his ear, soothing words of comfort. His instinct said *trust.* So he did. When a needle slipped
sedative into his arm, he didn't fight the blackness. He went willingly, although wondering if he'd ever wake up again.
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"Lacerations to the face and neck. Broken clavicle. Bruising to the abdominal area. Four broken ribs. And to top it all off, a bullet in the shoulder. Shit. Glorfindel!"
A blond head poked out of the cockpit. "What is it?"
I indicated the battered young cop lying prone on the floor and shrugged somewhat helplessly. "You're better at this than I am. Can you heal him?"
Face troubled, Glorfindel slipped back to join me. "I can try. Elrond's the real healer, though, not me."
The golden haired Eldar crouched beside me. "Is he sedated? Good. Talk to him. Keep him steady."
I held my friend's hand tightly, and whispered in his ear as Glorfindel went to work.