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Submitted by David Hoard on 25/Feb/2006
I could hear the tender words being spoken in the next bed on the ward, and the tears were streaming down my face. I didn't even know these people, yet I could hear the love coming from every word that was spoken. He was dying of cancer, which is why I was there; I'd been diagnosed with lung cancer.
"I will never let you go, I love you too much for that," I heard her say, through all the tears.
I couldn't listen to any more; I had to get out of the ward. I proceeded out to the toilets, and tried to stop crying, she had really affected me, for I could feel her pain. My own wife was very emotional, and she inevitably made me cry with each visit. It wasn't that I was scared of dying, it just didn't seem to be my time yet, and I had so much love still to share.
By the time I returned to my bed, my neighbour was alone once more, and drying his tears. He looked over and smiled, and to look at him you wouldn't think he was ill at all.
"You know, I can handle the jabs, the exploratory surgery, the endless questions, but whenever my wife turns up, I seem to fall apart," he said, wiping his nose on a piece of tissue.
"Tell me about it, I know how you feel, it doesn't seem right, or even fair," I replied.
We talked for a while longer, and then we both slept. When I awoke two hours later, I was confronted by a vision of beauty across the other side of the ward, and just had to find out who she was, so I asked the nurse fussing over my covers.
"She's a faith healer, the patients seem to find comfort in her words, so the hospital allows her to do her thing as it were," replied the nurse.
I was immediately intrigued by this, and asked if I could possibly see her myself, to which I was informed she would be told. My wife turned up shortly after that, and almost straight away began to cry. I tried to comfort her as best I could, but there was no consoling her, she was convinced I was going to die soon.
Before long I was crying yet again, and feeling very depressed, I couldn't help thinking that this wasn't the best way to get over an illness, for I still had hopes of a miracle cure, or success with the present treatment. By the time my wife had left, I felt emotionally drained.
A bit of cheer then came my way, for the faith healer was suddenly standing over me.
"I hear you wanted me to talk with you," she said, with the sexiest voice I'd ever heard.
At first I didn't know what to say, as I looked up at her beautiful face, noticing that her eyes were a deep blue, and her smile was captivating.
"I wondered what it was that you do?" I replied.
"I am a faith healer, I believe that if a man/woman really wants to live, then when I place my hands onto the subject he or she will heal themselves, using my energy as a sort of amplifier of the power I believe we all possess," she said, in all seriousness.
"That's quite a statement, have you had any successes?"
"Quite a few actually, although the hospital would claim their treatment had been the key to the patients recovery, not that I'm bothered you understand, I just wish they were a little more open minded."
"Could you do anything for me?" I asked hopefully.
"I can try, but whether or not it works, will depend on how much you want to live, I tell you this, so that you understand I believe the real power comes from the desire to live life to the fullest."
"I understand, and I'd be grateful if you could try," I replied, wanting, no needing to believe that there was a chance for me.
She first started by drawing the curtains around the bed, mainly to get any distractions out of sight, but partly for the privacy. Then she went to work by pulling the bed covers back revealing me in my pyjama's, which to my surprise she asked me to remove.
For some reason I had no problem obeying this request, for I believed that I wasn't meant to die just yet, and I had faith enough to believe in miracles. So, before long I lay there totally naked, whilst this gorgeous woman started to run her hands all over my body. At first I didn't feel any different, but then her hands seemed to be getting hotter, or was it my imagination.
She'd started off slowly, but now her eyes were shut tightly, and she was pressing a little harder, and not seeming to care what her hands touched, for on more than one occasion her hands glided over my semi erect cock.
Suddenly the heat from her hands was more evident, I could feel it deeper in my body, as if something was being drawn out of my every pore, and then I felt her hands gripping my cock. The moment was so intense that I couldn't help getting hard, for her hands felt so soft and warm.
Looking down I watched her fingers rolling over my erect cock, and then around my balls, before returning to my chest making me sigh with a longing I hadn't felt for quite some time. Her palms seemed to be radiating a heat, which I could feel deep under my skin, and then she returned to my hardened cock.
Her hands were moving up and down my shaft, as if she knew exactly how it was affecting me, and then suddenly I came. She opened her eyes at that point, looking down as my sperm dripped from her hands, and without saying a word she cleaned it up.
I too was quiet for a while watching and enjoying as she finished cleaning me up, and then it suddenly dawned on me, I felt so much better. I thanked her, and then got out of bed, looking for the first doctor I could find.
By the time I'd found him, and convinced him that I felt on top of the world, I was so excited at the possibility of being cured. He decided to run some tests, wanting to calm me down, and was amazed at the results. He found that my cancer had diminished considerably; in fact he couldn't explain my almost complete recovery.
Returning back to my bed, I drew my clothes out of the chest standing to one side, and then noticed the curtains drawn around my neighbour's bed. Looking through the gap, I could see the healer going through the same thing once again, and smiled, hoping that it worked for him, just as it did for me.
I discharged myself from the hospital, and soon got home, only to find my wife sobbing in the kitchen. When she saw me, she asked what I was doing, to which I answered, miracles can happen.
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