HEAL WHAT HAS BEEN HURT [ABILITY ONE-SHOT]

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January 2016
dimas residence / athens, greece

A fifteen-year-old brunette sat at her home reading a book, which happened to be nestled upon her lap. She was curled into herself as the rain continued to pound against the house from outside. She felt small in comparison to her home, but she didn't mind much. Her mother was somewhere within them home, the sound of her humming coming from a distance. Perhaps she was in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner, the very dinner that her elder brother had missed. She worried for the young man, where had he disappeared to? She knew that he had been angry at her for her relationship with his best friend, but he had stormed out after an argument between the two. Did Darius harm her brother? Had her brother harmed Darius? It wasn't long later that her mother had retired to her room, that she had fallen asleep on the couch and was awoken by the sound of grunting and pain. She freaked out, turning on the light and revealing a soaking wet Alaister, dripping with blood. He was holding his chest, scratches across them as he gasped for breath. Rhea freaked out and went to his aid, grasping the phone and calling for an ambulance all the while. They promised to come, and she hung up the phone, crying as she moved her hands to grasp her brother's. And as they touched, fingers laced together as she begged him to stay with her, she felt pain well up in her belly. She fell into his chest, breathing heavily and deeply as the pain got worse and worse.

'I feel numb...' breathed her brother and she thought that he was dying, that the pain had gone because he was leaving her. She dropped his hand, listened to him grunt and say the pain had returned, but worse. Wanting to test the theory that was forming in her head, she grabbed his hand again and felt the pain once more, but he was numb. She was scared, what was happening to her? What was this newfound power that welled within her and why did it force her to take on the physical pain that someone else felt. She held his hand as they waited for the ambulance, continued to hold it as she rode with him in the truck and their mother followed. She held his hand up until the last moment when they wheeled him off to surgery. She had a power, one that she couldn't understand.

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Seven Years Later...

For seven years, Rhea found herself traveling from hospital to hospital within Greece and even all of Europe. It wasn't long before she settled down in London and obtained her job at St. Mungo's. She had developed her power, what she later named as Pain Absorption, and had honed her skills. She learned that she must keep in contact with the patient to take away their pain, and had slowly realized that some pain she couldn't take all of. It only dealt with pain that came from a physical affliction, staying away from an empathetic point of taking away emotions. For years, she had helped patient after patient, holding hands of small children through surgery that they must stay awake through, staying with older patients that were dying and holding their hands to numb the pain as they passed over. The worst was when they pulled the plug and she was holding their hand, while they may not have shown it, there was some pain as their soul left their body.

When the attack on King's Cross Station happened, the explosion that killed and hurt many people, the pain was horrible. She wasn't able to stay with all patients, but she fluttered around the ward and helped as many as she could, even though it wasn't her division. All of the staff, both healers and mediwizards and mediwitches knew of Rhea's abilities and sometimes would pull her to another room, wanting her to help when she could and she enjoyed doing so. Helping others, after losing her brother and father to pain and a horrible death was the least she could do. If she couldn't help them, she would help anyone she could to make up for it...no matter how much pain it brought to her.