Daniel’s mind screamed to call security. But something—something he couldn’t explain—held him still.
“You can save her?” he asked, his voice breaking. “Doctors couldn’t. Why would you be able to?”
The boy gave a small, almost sad smile.
“Doctors fix the body. But sometimes… it’s not the body that’s lost. Just let me try. I don’t want anything. If it doesn’t work, tomorrow you can do what they said. But what if it does?”
What if it does?
The question hung there, impossible and irresistible.
“You have five minutes,” Daniel whispered, stepping aside.
The boy nodded and walked in.
Daniel followed, his heart pounding. The room was dim, filled with the soft glow of machines. The boy approached Emily’s bed slowly, almost reverently.
“Hi, Em,” he whispered gently.
Without hesitation, he climbed onto the bed and placed his small hands on her forehead, closing his eyes.
At first, nothing happened.
Then something changed.
The air grew warmer. A faint vibration filled the room. Daniel could have sworn he saw a soft glow—like pale silver light—flowing from the boy’s hands into Emily.