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distracted her into hitting you. It’s the only reason on High let me directly heal you. If it had been natural…I would have lost you.” Jasmine whispered frowning.
    “Your dreams are how I usually talk to you. The human subconscious is tuned into our songs and sings with us in the great symphony. Dreams are the easiest way for you and us to tap into it, allowing me to guide you, talk to you and comfort you. I was there when your ex left you in the dumps, when you got ill - every time, watching over you and praying you would be OK.”
    “ So. You’re saying someone wanted me dead?” a dread grew in Michael's mind.
    “ Maybe…but maybe not. I mean, the darker powers in the world have many little schemes they like to play out. It could have just been a malicious act…or something more, I don’t know. But try not to worry. You’re OK now, and I'll be here to keep you safe.” Jasmine smiled and placed her hand on top of his.
    “ You seeing me is something totally different though. I think it’s the first time this has happened for hundreds of years.” She paused for a moment.
    “Someone’s coming. Your doctor. I am going to go on high and try to find out if they know anything. Get some rest. Even from up there, I'll be keeping an eye on you, so try not to worry. If this is temporary, then it was a pleasure to talk directly to you. If not, we can chat when I come back.”
      Rising from the bed, Jasmine placed her hands together and raised them above her head. Her wings spread, and a light enveloped her. She sang a few notes and slowly moved upwards in the light. She turned her face down to him, even as her wingtips passed directly through the ceiling. She smiled, pushed one of her hands out towards him and made the peace sign saying “Toodles!” she said, passing through the ceiling in a ring of light and out of Michael’s sight.
    “Toodles? What a funny girl.” Michael snorted lying letting his head fall into his pillows and trying to comprehend everything that had happened to him, just as the door opened and a doctor came in carrying a clipboard.
    “ How are you feeling, Michael?” the doctor asked politely.
    Michael couldn ’t think of a reply that stated exactly how he felt at that moment that wouldn’t make him look like a lunatic. He settled for as good an answer as any.
    “ Not too bad.” he replied nonchalantly.
      The doctor checked the machine hooked up to Michael, as the nurse had earlier before looking into his eyes, checking his pulse from his wrist, and listening to his breathing through a stethoscope. He prodded and poked him a few times for good measure, then pulled up a chair next to Michael’s bed and sat down placing a medical clipboard on his lap. The angle and the doctor’s handwriting made it unreadable.
    “Well, Mr Andrews, you’re quite a lucky man. When you came in, you had suffered a severe blow to the head, a collapsed lung and some internal bleeding. You had to be resuscitated and went into a deep sleep, or very light coma as we call it. Do you remember anything about what happened?”
    “ Only rushing across the road to catch the bus, and then a car. Then nothing, until I woke up and saw the nurse.”
      The doctor nodded. “That’s good. No short term memory loss. I don’t quite know how but your lung has healed however. I would like to take credit for it, but it is almost miraculous. I expected you to be here in recovery for a few weeks. But, looking at your chart over the last few days and your readings now, I think you should be fit to be released in a couple of days. You must have a strong will to survive.”
    Michael grinned before he could stop himself. “Or someone looking out for me on high,” he thought.
    “I guess so, doc," He said aloud "I mean I don’t know how, but I just felt protected.”
    “ Well, whoever it is protecting you is doing a good job. I'll be back to check on you again tomorrow, just to make sure everything is OK and there’s