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Dream Casting Chptr. 4
“But you can’t be sure?”
“I’m sure if you don’t I’ll get much worse.” Bette’s eyes were pleading with Alice to do this for her. Her only other option was for her to contact her father, and who knows how long it would take to actually get the message to him and for him to respond accordingly. Alice looked at Bette’s eyes and they were red and the normally deep chocolate brown pupil was transitioning from a pale blue to white.
“Lets get you in the bath before we do this, ok?” Alice said removing the blanket wrapped around Bette’s shoulders. Alice walked Bette to the bathroom, bathed her and changed her into a clean set of pajamas. She’d even changed the sheets and flipped the mattress. “Lie down and close your eyes.” she said softly. Truth be told Alice was scared she’d only had to do this on a subject twice and she was a much older and experienced witch that could stop Alice if it went wrong and she‘d had a guide there helping her the whole way through. “Breathe deep and take yourself to where you were last in the dream cast.” Bette did as she was told and she could feel the warmth of Tina’s hands on her back even the movement against her skin.
Alice placed her hands on either side of Bette’s head and felt herself being weakened by the effects of Bette’s sickness. The force of it threatened to knock Alice down, but she held onto Bette’s head. Alice’s hands were burning, she could feel the heat radiating through her body. Alice looked down and Bette’s eyes shot open and a blue smoke darkening with it’s ascent eased from Bette’s body. Alice let go and backed away from Bette. Although she was a little dizzy from the spell she knew that it had worked. Now she had to spend the first six hours with Bette to make sure it had worked properly, that was the scary part. If it had have gone wrong there was no way she’d be able to help Bette without calling on a magical doctor on another realm.
Alice sat in the chair in the corner watching for any signs of distress from Bette. This was not how her day was supposed to go.
 
 
TBC…………………………
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Oh poor Tina and Bette, and hope Bette will get better soon!
This story is fascinating to me and I am enjoying it very much. So much that it is difficult to wait for another chapter. What an imagination. Thanks for posting.
This is so excellent. Thank you.