She took my hand and hovered it over his gash. I started to feel a rush of something coming out of my hand. I was not sure what it was. This was a feeling I never felt before. It was like warm water running down my arm, but inside. It was a pleasant feeling that made me want to experience it more. "Now, focus on the wound, wanting it to close and heal." Doing just that, I gasped at what was happening. The wound on his head was closing, repairing. This was the same that happened to my cuts and bruises. But how?