6. Missing an Arm

'It wasn’t Liam....'

Elliot reached out with his tiny hand, feeling the air with a bit of confusion.

His fingers brushed against something soft—clothes, he thought.

But it wasn’t quite enough to tell who or what this person was.

Determined, he stretched out his hand a little further, trying to reach higher, thinking that maybe this person was taller than he expected.

Just as he was about to give up on finding anything to guide him, his fingers touched something... strange.

It wasn’t what he expected.

He grabbed it tighter, curious to understand what it was, but before he could figure it out, he felt a gentle, but firm grip on his wrist.

The person’s hold softened, guiding his hand upwards.

Elliot’s heart raced a bit.

His eyes were wide, trying to see, but all he saw was the soft glow of light.

Still, he trusted what his fingers could tell him.

The person’s hand led his fingers to a spot where he felt... a belt.

Elliot blinked, a little embarrassed.

He wasn’t sure what he had just touched, but the person seemed calm.

He felt the person's muscles beneath his fingertips—strong, but gentle.

This wasn’t a child. It was a man.

Elliot’s hand continued its journey, the person allowing him to explore.

His fingers traced over the man’s chin, feeling the slight roughness of stubble.

The man didn’t pull away; he let Elliot continue.

With each new discovery, Elliot’s awe grew.

His thumb brushed over the man’s lips, and Elliot paused for a moment, entranced by the softness.

The man didn’t say anything.

He remained still, patient, and calm as Elliot explored, his fingers gliding over the man’s face.

Elliot smiled softly, his innocence shining through, before he spoke.

“You’re very patient,” Elliot said, a slight giggle in his voice.

It felt strange, saying it, as Elliot was probably much younger than the person.

He didn’t really understand the boundaries of the world around him, but in this moment, he just wanted to explore.

'Well, if I can't do it with my eyes, I just gotta use my hands .'

The man made Elliot move his hand lower, feeling the muscles in the man’s arm.

He could tell there was something different about this man—he was strong, but he only felt... one arm?

His fingers hesitated touching the wound.

'It must hurt a lot.'

He lifted his head a little, trying to get a better sense of who this person was.

"Are you okay?" Elliot asked softly.

He tilted his head, like he was trying to understand something deep inside.

The man didn't answer immediately, and Elliot, in his innocent curiosity, gently placed his hand on the man’s chest, as if he was trying to help.

'I cannot see his facial expression, but I can feel his heartbeat.'

He didn’t know why, but he felt this strong desire to do something kind, something useful.

His fingers glowed faintly, like little sparks of light.

He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he knew that his touch... made things feel better.

'As a thanks, I will use it.'

After all, this world was a fantasy world.

There existed things that didn't exist in other worlds...

'Other worlds?' Elliot hesitated.

He shook his head and came back to reality.

Elliot’s power gently moved through the man’s body, like a wave of warmth, and to Elliot’s surprise, the man gasped softly.

He could feel the man’s body shift as if something inside him was changing.

It wasn’t painful, but rather, it felt... strange, in a good way.

Like something was repairing itself.

The man’s hand was back, restored.

It felt natural to do this.

'It seems, I have had those helaing powers for a long time...'

At that very moment, the door creaked open, and a few doctors rushed in.

They froze, completely dumbfounded by the scene before them.

The room was filled with a tense silence as they tried to process what had just happened.

But in the stillness, the young boy—Elliot—smiled brightly, unaware of the chaos his actions had just caused.

Yep.

Elliot had the ability to heal.

And he just regrew a whole missing arm on a random person he just met.

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