Thanks be to God

I awoke suddenly, shocked into conciousness by I queer feeling of...painlessness. I jerked upright, coughing, and the crossbow bolt clattered loudly to the floor of the bus.

I clamped my hand over my mouth and lurched up to the bathroom, just managing to get my head over the tiny toilet before vomiting violently until there was nothing left in my stomach. Ugh, salt and vinegar crisps do not taste good the second time.

After rinsing my mouth out, I walked slowly back to my seat, my hand on my chest. Looking down at my arm briefly, I realised that my cuts were healed and for the first time in I don't know how long I didn't have a single scar on my forearm. I examined the rest of my body, looking for every scar that I can remember having. I couldn't find any.

Mai was crying with relief and hugging the man I remember being head of the FBI. What was he doing here? I pulled her round to face me and locked her in a vice-tight hug, tears streaming down our faces, plain salty tears mixing with the sparkling, magical droplets.

'Thank you, Thank God, Thanks, Thank you, Thank God...' I repeated over and over into her hair.

I heard others on the bus saying stuff like, 'It's a miracle' and 'The work of God.' Even Alex was crying and praying.

When I finally released Mai, it was only to go over to the Angel that I had seen earlier on the bus.

'Tell Him thank you.' I whispered to her.

The End

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