Chapter 165: Sleep On The Couch
Beau studied the look on the Governor’s face and fought not to laugh. The man wore his feeling on his sleeves so much that was amazing that he even had a successful career in politics.
Or maybe he just thought that with no one around to hold him accountable, he didn’t need to care about it so much.
"Your healing must have taken a beating today," mused the Governor as he studied the other man. "First you had to deal with all those patients down in quarantine and then the general illnesses of the rest of the camp. On top of all that, just as you are about to relax, I pull you off your nice couch and force you to take care of Lucinda."
The smile on Beau’s face was every bit as fake as the one on Marcus’ face. "Healing is my calling," he said. "I’ll never not want to do it."
Everyone seemed to think that he developed the power to heal after the fall of mankind, but that wasn’t the case at all. For the most part, everything that he did for others was nothing more than what he had done at the hospital before the zombies had come, and while it was tiring, it didn’t drain him.
However, while he might not have developed the ability to heal with a simple touch, what he did have was an affinity for earth and water. And since the human body was made up of mostly water... he could manipulate everything inside a person from their muscles to their organs, and even their blood and brain.
He could ease the pain inside a person simply by adding or subtracting water. He could also cause pain the same way...
And holy fuck was it hard to not call all of the water out of the body in front of him.
"You know where the door is," grunted Marcus, finally giving up all pretenses of civility. He had so many things on this list of things to do that it was giving him a headache. Add on the fact that his golden goose was hurt and unable to help him...