Chapter 8: Hospital Day 6 – 7, Curing Emily

During my skin peel and deep muscle massage, I had fallen so deeply asleep that I didn’t wake up until the middle of the night to find Arthur sitting in the chair beside my bed.

“About time you came back into the world of the conscious David,” Arthur said softly. “First I have two new pairs of goggles for you to wear. We took an impression of your face for creating a much snugger fit without requiring so much tension from the strap. The cushioning is now memory foam with a breathable synthetic covering designed to wick away sweat and moisture to keep them from causing your face to stink from extended wear. What I will put on you now is a ninety-two percent tint; the other pair is a ninety-seven, for when you will be required to be outside. We are still testing a photosensitive coating that will add tint on top of a base to remove the need for two pairs.”

He had me close my eyes tightly as he removed the goggles I wore and then replaced them with the new ones. I could hardly feel them when he had the strap adjusted to keep them snugly on my face. Opening my eyes showed me that I had a lot better field of vision than the others, which were not much different from goggles used at the pool. These were more rounded and seemed more like my sunglasses at home.

“Now that the products that fund my company are delivered, we can get down to more specialized matters. I see that you succeeded in not destroying any light fixtures, so I kept up my end of the bargain to get you into a room with a TV, but there is a catch. You will be getting a roommate tomorrow. You can’t revert to your previous antisocial behaviors. Given your time together in the past, I don’t believe that will be a problem. My contact explained her condition along with her already living past when they expected her to die,” Arthur explained. “I cannot answer any questions about the origin of the request. Someone notified me that it would be appreciated if those like you and I could intervene in a way only we are able. I’ve never attempted what needs doing. I don’t know if I’m even capable of doing it. They did describe it in detail along with how to see if you can do it. We will start on you before you can try on your roommate.”

Arthur had me close my eyes to see muy face without trying to look at it with my eyes. After a lot of explanations and frustration, I finally managed to do it. I didn’t see my face as much as the squiggly lines that made up my face. I told him I was pretty sure I had it, so he pushed against a pimple on my forehead.

“Observe the blood going into the pimple it and made yourself zoom in on it, sort of like a magnifying glass. Get zoomed in to where you can look into the pimple itself to see the white blood cells attacking the bacteria causing the resulting puss to fill the skin in the general vicinity,” Arthur told me next.

The zooming thing threw me for a loop. Once I did finally understand what Arthur meant, it was so cool to see the red and white blood cells zooming all around and see where the white blood cells were working to kill off whatever it was there at the zit.

“Good. Your white blood cells are doing their job to attack the bacteria, but the bacteria are multiplying a bit faster than the white blood cells can kill it. They are catching up, but not quite fast enough to keep you from getting a fat red pimple full of pus. If you are one of those like us with the ability to do this, then acne, viruses, and infections will never be able to take hold, providing you are conscious at the time.

Arthur proceeded to outline two methods to eradicate the bacteria. I could push in a minuscule pulse of energy or try to pull the power out of each bacteria cell.

I’m sure Arthur is laughing right now.

Deciding to try to pull the energy out of the bacteria made the most sense. This method worked surprisingly well, but then I had this energy with a sickly feel to it and no idea what to do with it. I tried to make it just go out of me, put it on my fingers to wipe it off, and even tried to push it into a light, but nothing worked.

Arthur finally said, “For small amounts of drained energy, like from a minuscule amount of bacteria, you can work up a nice amount of saliva and push the energy into it before expelling it into the toilet. Unfortunately, saliva required to expel drained energy makes it impractical for more than a few zits. I expect that you will not desire to drain much energy if you are unable to dispose of it via another method.”

I thought that finding the right energy then to push into the bacteria to kill it was a lot easier than the analysis that Arthur said to use. He went into finding the frequency, phases, and other stuff that made no sense to me at all. I understood even less about how to isolate an inverse energy form from the energy in my body or the room around me. I listened to him to see if I could figure this out the way he kept trying to explain it. I finally just decided to drain the energy from one of the bacteria and look at it closely. When I did, I first saw its power was a brownish-green color, but then it separated into shades of red, blue, and green. Thinking about that stupid summer day camp making webpages, that my mom made me go to, I just started to try to figure out what the color numbers would be to make this brownish green on a webpage. I could not come up with any of the values. I was able to find a few different energies I thought I might be able to pull in from around me that had red, green, and blue parts that looked close to the opposites of the bacteria, but maybe not exactly. I tried a few that killed some of the bacteria in another zit, but also some of the red and white blood cells. I went a different route to try to make my own by pulling in red, blue, and green energy to mix to get what I needed. When I tried it on the bacteria, it hocked me much like I had used the insides of an electric lighter on the zit. It did not both the bacteria but did kill all the white blood cells trying to kill it.

“I see you found out the disadvantage of attempting anything that looks like it might be close to what you want. Most of the time, you will destroy the healthy cells while the bad ones will continue to protect itself. It is how they have evolved to survive. You must keep trying because you can see them without much effort. Only two others like us can do so.”

What the heck else could I try? I was not a physicist or pathologist that knew all about how this electricity and bacteria stuff worked. I was getting depressed that I would not be able to do it, then I felt I was a big idiot. Since opposites attract, all I needed was to try to pull energy toward what I took out of the bacteria until I found some colors of energy which attracted the bad colored energy. It was slow going. Almost accidentally, I happened to turn over toward the nurse’s station where I saw a color of energy which looked perfect. It was in the red waste bucket they put empty medicine bottles and syringes. I focused on pulling it out of the vials and back to me. When it hit the bad energy, the two canceled each other out. It sucked that it used up the same amount of energy I pulled in, but at least it was a start. I quickly found more than enough of the right colored energy I needed to kill all of the zit bacteria on my face. There were still tons of bottles with that energy in that container.

Arthur looked very surprised when I opened my eyes to look at him once I finish with the zits.

“Amazing David. I was able to see the mal energy removal as you eradicated the bacteria, but unable to detect what you have done to accomplish this,” Arthur told me.

I tried to explain the best I could.

Arthur seemed like it made no sense to him because he said, “I will have to provide this to the research team. I cannot comprehend how antibiotic energies could be extracted from their medicinal state and used to cancel out the energies of the bacteria. The logic of the interaction seems valid, yet none have ever mentioned being able to do anything of this nature. Electricity and lightning are so similar, all of those like us can use other forms of energy easily. I expect that you would do it how others have described their process. In focusing on the specific bacteria, you would destroy that cell with pinpoint accuracy while having no collateral damage to good cells.”

We discussed the different ways I could have done similar things. If my way worked this well, then that was what I should try to use. I could always zoom in on each cell, or a big group of them, to target them for me to zap. If I zoomed way in, it would make them hard to miss, and I wouldn’t hit any other cells I didn’t want to zap. He was sure with more practice I should be able to do it like a computer-controlled laser array that targeted bacteria fast enough to be able to zap them before the bacteria replicated more quickly than I could zap them. Sort of like a high-speed video game in my mind. That all made more sense to me though I wondered how I would be able to do that in someone else’s body.

“Arthur, how exactly would I be able to use this on someone else’s body and what if I screw up, badly,” I asked him.

In a very gentle, grandfather guiding his young grandson in the steps required to ensuring the chicken chosen from the yard for dinner is deceased, he said, “David at this late stage of cancer progression, should you make a gross miscalculation in energy levels required, you would not affect the inevitable. It would only bring it closer. Conversely, any significant decrease in cancerous cells has the remote possibility of increasing her remaining time on this earth briefly. This amazing young lady has already made her peace with this world and her maker, yet she has chosen to go out fighting. Permitting fear of the unknown as an excuse for failing to act is a greater failure than acting and not succeeding.”

Huh? I mean that made some sense and if I could figure out what to do for her, I would, but I didn’t want to kill her. If I understood the Zen sounding stuff that Arthur just said, then I had to try even if she might die faster.

“I must depart now. Your guest will be arriving soon; she had a very late opportunity to try a new form of radiation and chemotherapy treatment. It happened off the books per the anonymous donor that funded the research. She will be exhausted when she arrives and not even realize her room moved or that she had a roommate now,” Arthur said as he seemed to move quickly and quietly from the room.

I turned on the TV and was watching Anime on one of the cable cartoon channels when Emily was brought into the room and put into bed. They ignored me as they got her positioned, covered up, turned off all the lights and left. I muted the TV and could hear the deep, though slightly ragged, breathing of someone deeply asleep. I gave her until the end of this episode before I turned the TV off and decided to try to see if I could look inside her.

I found that looking inside her was easy. Me trying to make out what the heck I was seeing was harder. Going through the squiggly lines that made up her veins and arteries, I saw blobs of many different swirling colors in there with her red and white blood cells. Her heart, lungs, kidneys, and liver where were they were supposed to be from the anatomy sections of encyclopedias and off the Internet. They didn’t look all bright with the energy I see in myself and others I had looked at briefly. It was all the other different areas of various colors, some glowing brightly, and active looking energy in places that didn’t make much sense. Then there were the odd glowing areas over on one side of her body near a kidney and just under a lung. Not knowing even where to start looking for sure, I focused on one of the glowing areas and saw some odd stuff.

The area I had chosen was just a bit above her kidney and glowing kind of like glow in the dark paint, at least me with my eyes closed. What made the area look odd was when I looked into one of the glowing places I noticed how all the cells there had very dull-looking colors. When I zoomed in more, I saw clumps of swirling energies surrounding some cells. Other cells the swirling colors ignored. The longer I watched, the more I saw the multicolored blobs were killing just a few of the cells they were surrounding. Almost as soon as some cells died, more showed up that were not as dull as those around it. The closer I looked at that those swirling color blobs I could see that when they got closer to the center of the glowing area, it would attract some dull cells to it. Some of the swirling energy would get pulling into the bad cells to cancel out their color of energy. It worked pretty close to what I did with the antibiotic power. The problem I saw was that it only really seemed to be working in cells in the glowing area. I did see that swirling colored energy was also killing off healthy cells around the ones glowing. I had no idea if I was right or not, so I zoomed out to move to the other glowing area.

There I saw much the same behavior, but the cells there were getting killed off by the glowing energy and multicolored blobs which didn’t look healthy. They had the shape of the bumpy gumballs from the machines at the front of the grocery store. Inside the stuff was swirling around pretty fast. More of them were getting surrounded by the swirling color blobs and quickly killed off provided they were in the brightest sections of the glowing energy. Unfortunately, some were almost get killed off, but then split into two cells that the blobs ignored. The closer I zoomed into these bumpy cells, the more I began to see why. The ones that got killed here were also ones where one of the energies in the multicolored blobs could merge to kill those cells. But for all those still splitting into two, I saw they had a slightly different shade and hue of energy to that of the ones that got killed. Now all the science class talks about mutations and “survival of the fittest” made a lot more sense.

Somehow I made the connection that this was what was keeping Emily from being able to get completely healthy. It had to be what gave her periods where it seemed she was a lot better and could go home again for a while. In the glowing areas I looked around to see that in addition to dead skin, bone, hair, muscle and blood cells, there were a whole lot of dead bumpy ball cells, a heck of a lot more dead than the ones that I saw splitting off. Those mutating cells seemed to had an intense energy color for them, but the energy brightness was very low once they split. If I had not seen the split, I would have guessed they were dead cells from how much energy it took splitting them into new cells.

Deciding that the area where these mutated cells were in seemed to be almost dead anyway, I went ahead and started trying to find all of the bumpy ones that had the same color and hue of energy, whether they had split yet or not. It was as easy as finding the antibiotic colored ones. The bad thing was that once I did get a good handle on the cell’s exact energy coloring and zoomed out to see how many there were, I felt sick to see that they were in a lot of places outside of this glowing energy area. All of the cells with the same bumpy shape as these with the same coloration were pretty isolated in the glowing areas. I found out why just a few seconds later when I saw some odd form of energy type that made Emily’s body glow where it touched her as it passed through her body, the bed, floor and then down into the ground. The odd energy caused minute changes to the energy color, hue, and density of a few of the bumpy cells. It caused some of the cells to die off immediately. Others were changed inside to be like the ones that were getting killed by the blobs of swirling colors in brightly glowing. I wonder if these are the mutation things like what happened to Peter Parker to make him Spiderman. Well, it was not a radioactive spider, but it did change the cells while I watched.

I kept looking at the glowing place wondering if the cells that got changed by that odd energy, which went through her body, were good ones or bad ones. I zoomed myself out to look just for that type like I had when looking for the color of energy in the antibiotics before. I had to concentrate. I saw she only had a few areas around her body with the energy of this color. None were the places were where she had organs or the same place on both sides of her body. In addition to the one big one with the glowing energy near the center, there was one spot behind her left knee, a tiny area to the side of her spine near her right shoulder and then the bright spot covering most of her butt. Picking the one under her left knee, I decided I would try to see if I could just carefully target the cells to pop by pushing in just enough energy to fry the stuff inside them.

It turned out to be harder than I thought since the cells under her left knee seemed unaffected by the blobs of swirling energy. They felt fully charged with whatever stuff they needed to keep splitting into two cells over and over quickly. It was a heck of a lot faster than the ones I had seen before in the glowing energy places. I got good enough to zap five of them at once, but even going as fast as I could they seemed to make new cells quicker than I could zap them. Part of the problem seemed to be that they were eating the stuff from the ones I zapped that now floating around in the blood. No wonder it was so hard to kill cancer off if it came back as quickly as they killed it. Frustrated, I zoomed out again to look over her whole body for this specific energy trying to see any other way I could get rid of it. A lot of things to try went through my head, but all of them seemed like they would not work for some reason.

I was out of ideas that could work, so I went back over what I had dismissed before. If I could have moved my arms enough to smack myself in the forehead, I am sure it would have made a knot and left a big bruise. When I tried to pull the bad energy out of the bacteria that was causing a zit, just a little made me have to spit a big wad of saliva out to get rid of it. That was a tiny little bit of energy. At the time, I had only thought about getting that energy out of my body once I pulled it out of the cell. I never bothered to see what happened to the cell’s power when the cells popped. Not wanting to hurt Emily by accident, I looked for another zit on me to experiment. Plus with all of the stuff inside Emily that I had no idea what it was, it would be harder to track what happened after I killed off the cell.

It took me a while to find a zit, after the time with Arthur, but it seems that I got a lot of them. The bacteria were starting to make a zit, so I started experimenting. First, I pulled a tiny bit of the glowing energy from the areas with radiation energy in Emily. I used that as a tracer on the bacteria cells just before I zapped them. It was not enough of the radiation energy to do more than cause the cells I zapped to glow so I could see what happened to them after they were dead.

I knew from school that the body processed waste by getting it in the blood for the kidney, liver, or somewhere else, to remove it from the blood to get it out of the body. Then we pooped or peed it out. As I watched the dead cells moved through my body, I saw that a lot more happen than it going into my pee or poop. Some of the parts of the cell were broken down to go back into my body. Only a small bit of it went into my pee. The problem I saw soon was that the parts of the dead cells were glowing too, not going into my pee. I saw that the recycled stuff in the bacteria cells I zapped had joined all the other bacteria I had zapped when working with Arthur before.

Looking back into, Emily, I wanted to see what was happening with the cells in her after I zapped them. I moved a bit of glowing energy onto the cells that I was zapping. I watched her body get them into her blood and take them where her body removed some of the dead cells, and the rest went back into her blood. As I watched them go through her body, I saw some get into her pee. Her body reabsorbed the rest. I was about to pull the glowing energy off those parts when something just made me watch them get moved around in her blood. At first, I saw them be pumped all over and wondered why they did not get used in places like in her bones to make more blood. It took them a little while for them to where they finally stopped, just in the last place I would have thought they would, right in areas around with cancer cells I had zapped. Not very long after the recycled parts got there, they were eaten right up by bad cells and which then quickly split into more of the bad cells. To be sure, I put glowing energy on a large cluster of the cells and zapped them. Just like before, the stuff her body recycled went right back to fuel more of the bad cells to split into even more cells. I tried this on the ones in the other glowing areas. They had a different energy color, but the recycled stuff came right into this area to feed the bad cells here too. When I saw the glowing and blobs of multi-colored, swirling energy kill the cells, a lot less of the material came back, but it did still come back to feed the bad cells.

Since just zapping them was causing it to make more, she was never going to get rid of the cancer cells completely unless they were all killed at one time, but that seemed impossible to me.

I tried only pulling the energy out of some cells and push it into her bladder, after putting some glowing energy on them so I could track them. These cells died quickly and appeared to go right into her pee as a complete cell. Nothing from the cells recycled into her body. It happened with the other energy type cancer cells, but as I learned before, pulling out the energy still had to go somewhere. I had nowhere to push it once I had it out of the cell. Before I could think more about it, I had to poop urgently.

Since my bed here connected to the call button, I used it to get a nurse to help me go poop. It took longer to go than I wanted. When I finished all the stuff going on had woken up Emily. Since the nurse was here anyway, she took her to the bathroom next.

After the nurse left Emily in the bathroom, Arthur popped into the room quickly and asked how it was going. I told him what I had found. He said he would be back a bit later after he made a call to talk this over with someone. I didn’t know when Arthur would be back. No sooner than he left the nurse was back to help Emily in the bathroom. We talked for a few minutes before the nurse came to give her some medicine. She was back to sleep a few minutes later.

Arthur was back almost as soon as she was asleep.

“I spoke with some colleagues. They reviewed the information you provided. They concluded that shocking the cell causes it to rupture. When the body is cleaning the blood of waste, they theorize that the body doesn’t see some of the cell material as being waste, so it returns it to the blood to be used by the body just like sugars and proteins. Extracting the energy from the cell keeps it from rupturing and allows the body to discard it as waste. We were undecided on what to do with the energy extracted. You can only transfer so much into her urine or draw into your body, but nowhere near enough to make much of a difference. We need a location for containing this undesired energy is required, yet we were unable to come up with an idea to accomplish the transfer,” Arthur told me before leaving hastily.

I was getting tired. I decided that maybe sleeping on it would help. When the nurse was waking me up to eat breakfast, she told me that Emily had been taken for some early morning tests to see how the radiation treatment yesterday had worked. She would be back in a few hours, but I had a full day myself.

First off, I saw more psycho doctors before being taken to get an MRI.

The psychiatrist and bunch of psychologists asked different questions and gave different types of tests from each other. I got the feeling they were all still going to get the same sort of results from the tests as the first group of doctors I saw. Oddly none of them asked questioned me about my lightning accident. They did ask if I was trying to find ways to kill myself, and if I did try to kill myself, would I try to make it look like an accident? Sure, I had all those times at birthday parties when mom was making me go where I felt sad, but once I just stopped caring about how they felt about me.

In radiology, they said that since nothing had fried after they used it on me and my TV was still working, my doctor thought an MRI would be ok now. They did put this sort of dye into my arm before I went into the big machine. I was watching the different colors of the energies it was sending out and how they changed as they went through my body when the techs told me they finished my MRI.

Oh, come on.

I was figuring out a lot of stuff about energy sent into me didn’t change in brightness. It sucked because I was figuring out all sorts of things about how the energy they sent into me did not change in intensity. I knew it was important somehow, but couldn’t figure out why. At least it was the quickest thing I did today. They said I had enough time to get a CT scan done as well. That one took a lot longer because I had to stay very still and it was not as much fun as the MRI. I found the part that was cooling the machine more fun to watch than the CT scan.

I didn’t have anyone sitting with me at lunch in the cafeteria today. That was ok. I had had a cute candy striper that was running back and forth as she got me a pudding, Jell-O, soup, and other soft foods. They said I should be ok to eat regular foods today, but I wanted to wait one more day to be sure. I didn’t have to do any more broth or Jell-O. It happened to sound right to me. I could suffer having big bowls of banana pudding and ice cream until stuffed. Of course, I found out I had to give more blood, and they got all over me for drinking as much water as I should for them to get my blood a lot easier.

To top off the afternoon, I was back in physical therapy today. I had hoped I could wear PJ bottoms. Nope. I was a lot prouder of myself today because I walked one full length of the walking platform with the bars and pushed a walker over to where they were going to make me work my arms. I didn’t do anywhere near as good in therapy when I was working with muscles in my arms, chest, and stomach. I was lucky to lift the five-pound dumbbells or pull down more than twenty pounds from overhead. I did manage to get two whole sit-ups in though, That bit of effort covered me sweat. The therapist made me drink four glasses of water before taking me into the recovery resting area for my thirty-minute wait.

The nasty, spoiled girl was there again today complaining up a storm about how they were being mean to her making her use a bedpan instead of taking her to the bathroom. After a very long period of her yelling loud curse words at the therapists, one of them went to her, threw the girl over her shoulder, dropped her into a wheelchair, and told her she could wait in the hall. They didn’t need this kind of language around the other patients, especially the younger kids. The therapist made sure that the girl’s gown was untied and just barely over her body. She told the girl that anything more than breathing would have her bare chest on display to everyone passing, and it was very likely her gown would fall free entirely.

Once she was gone, I looked around the room to see there one boy and some girls that around eight to ten years old. The boy still had a tiny little penis. The girls did not have any hairs between their legs or push out the gowns like they might have breasts. I saw all of the girls comparing the boy’s penis and mine without any attempt to try to hide that they were looking. I did see some of the foul-mouthed girl’s point. It was unfair to me because even with a leg on either side of their bench, the twats were tightly closed up with nothing to see. That kept me from looking more than a glance and would not do anything to get me a hard. One of them blushed when I saw her look up at me. Just before I left, they brought in a girl that looked like she had to be in high school. She complained about a boy my age seeing her between the legs. I couldn’t see what the big fuss was over. She had a big thick mass of hair between her legs. The top of her triangle was almost touching her belly button. Her hair covered everything between her legs, even her butthole.

“Hey, I am the one all out on display with nothing to cover my dick like the big carpet you have over everything down there. It covers more than a bathing suit or panties would,” I told her quietly.

That made her complain that I was looking between her legs, and she wanted to be covered up right then. I didn’t hear what the therapist said to her.

Did they tell her they would remove her gown entirely so I could all of her naked body?

Either way, it was quiet for the last few minutes before the orderly came to take me back to my room.

Emily was in the room now and said, “It is still early enough in the afternoon that our parents will not be coming by for a few hours. I got my physical therapy early today. I know I stink. Kelly said that we both needed a bath and managed to talk the nurses into allowing us to take one together, given my condition and no one knowing if I am going to live until tomorrow. She said that someone was going to come in and get the water run for us before helping get us into the tub. They would pull the curtain so that we had some privacy. We needed to expect them to check on us from time to time. We don’t have the energy to do anything fun anyway. I need someone I like to hold me. It makes me very happy.”