“Here we go,” Frost said, and Kaeva turned again to watch Brite kneel at Eddie’s feet. She was a pretty girl, with short brown hair and long legs. She actually healed by breath, which Kaeva thought was fascinating. He watched her as she bent to blow air on Eddie’s torn knee and then battered feet. The scratches instantly began to close and fade. The dirt crumbled away. Kaeva knew from experience that Brite’s magic even worked on dry skin. Eddie’s leg and feet would be soft as a baby’s when she was done.
“All right, Mr. Florence, we’re going to perform some minor surgery, now.”
“You are?” Eddie asked, groggy.
“Yep.” Frost stepped up and smiled sympathetically at Eddie. “Here’s the thing, man, you’re going to remember all this later, word for word. In fact, I know you’re in there, clawing to wake up and pay attention, but just chill, okay? I ain’t gonna let any pain even come close to you, got me?”
“I don’t like this shit,” Eddie said without any emotion.