Healing Hands

Desmond didn’t work out of the infirmary. When he started practicing medicine, the infirmary was in no shape to really support any kind of clean environment, so the young healer worked out of his house. Luckily, it wasn’t too far from the underground.       After the ordeal with the others, the man led Amalia to his house so he could help her with her shoulder. He could’ve done something where they were, but the tools he had brought with him weren’t ideal for the job, and the last thing he wanted to do was mess up her shoulder more or put her at risk of getting an infection.       He would invite her inside and walk into the next room where everything was obsessively clean. Desmond pulled out his supplies and laid them out on a counter, gesturing to a tall cot. ”Just have a seat there,” he said with a kind smile. Washing his hands quickly in a bowl of water, he dried them well on a rag and looked at the young woman.       ”Are you comfortable removing your shirt?” He asked. Desmond didn’t want to make her at all uncomfortable, and he was of course a professional. Not everyone was comfortable with undressing at all in front of a virtual stranger, though. desmond AWAKEN THE SOUL AND REACH FOR MORE