It had been a routine healing, at first. She met with the patient, determined what dose would most benefit them, and then, per their request, allowed them to drink it directly from her wrist. A little uncomfortable, maybe, but nothing sheâs never done before. It had been normal. They healed, slowly, they paid, slowly. They shook her hand, slowly.
     It was the handshake, probably. That small glimmer of touch led to a feeling like an electric jolt running through her, an alarmed expression on her patientâs face, then -- nothing. Or everything. Everything in the entire world spinning around and through her: thoughts, dreams, all of it. Glimpses of lives she will never touch, until she does, and itâs like being absorbed into the sun.
     Then true nothing. A suspension that lasts a minute or a century, she has no way of knowing. Things come to her slowly. Feelings, sounds, smells. Rough dirt under her. A coolness. A rushing. Something small crawling over what is probably going to be her leg.
     Beth takes a few moments to rest, gather herself, before opening her eyes. Sheâs in a -- desert, maybe? Dusty and yellowed, like the inside of godâs mouth. She looks at the lizard on, yes, her leg (she gently picks it up and sets it down, away from her) and rain. Rain wetting her hair, her dress, making it hard to see anything. She could be on a different planet for all she knows.
     She stands slowly and, once at full height, glares at the moon as if it was its fault. â Stupid time travelers, didnât bother to mention they could send other people through time by touch, didnât think that was necessary !! â
     Teeth gritted, thumb rubbing over the healing wound on her wrist, she begins to walk.Â
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