I waved for Pas’ holo, and he stepped out. “I am Pas, Master Healer Of Ye~.”

“Well, I think the two of you should go to the Health Center and heal people! I’ll write a pass for you, Molly. And, anyone who needs healing, go with them and I’ll write you a pass also! This is a very unusual day! We’ll just be watching proceedings at the UN today, in all the classes.”

I gave out green cubes like candy. Encouraged folks to put ‘em on before they talked to their parents. Every student did! So did Mr. Boswell. People were very happy not to have to use public restrooms! Wait ‘til they get telepathy, or see how fast paper cuts heal!

We organized everyone in there. All healers begin by learning points. He showed me the nine sets of points for Earthans, which I already knew, but I’m learning it all again. Points One is across the forehead. Points Two is slightly back. In this way you see every set until the base of the head. It fascinated me. But soon, it felt natural. Every student let me feel their heads, and I fixed a lot of minor stuff on people I had no clue had a problem. So many people with sports injuries. Ben learned along with me. Diplomats always want to learn new stuff. But, he stayed in Mr. Boswell’s class and answered questions about aliens.

We did this In Mr. Boswell’s class while he wrote five passes, and we led them up to the Nurse’s Office. People stared at us.

Up the hall we went. Students in every class stared at Pas, at his twin-fingered hands and deep orange skin, which he chose not to hide. Pas planned to train me now!

Our school nurse, Ms. Shirley, stared at Pas. “Molly, only you would bring an alien to see me! Lord, have mercy!”

“I brought Pas, Master Healer Of Ye~, because he’s teaching me to do Zheien Healing. This is for you.” I waved, and gave her a green cube.

She looked from the spot in mid air where I got it, to her hand. “How’d you do that?”It fit across her palm.

“This is a computer. You can think questions to it and it’ll answer. Want to give them out to your staff? Just think how’d you would like to have another one to give, and it appears!”

Another one sat on her hand by the first, and she gave it to the secretary. “My goodness!”

I noticed a cut on her finger. Touched it and her brown skin smoothed. “That’s Zheien Healing!”

Pas explained things, and most of the staff let us see their points.

“Got anyone in the cot room?”

“Oh, Honey, I think Merle Bradley sprained her ankle. Her mom can’t get off work. Can you fix that?”

We went back there. Six students laid on the cots. One boy looked miserable and Pas went to him. Ms. Shirley took me to the girl. “Hi, Molly! Wanna practice on me? I stepped in a hole in the parking lot. I feel so stupe!”

Poor Merle. I put my cold hand above her ankle.

“Oh, that feels good. I think that cold pack got warm.”

“Think happy thoughts, Merle!” I sang and felt dumb. But she likes that song about rainbows and butterflies, too, and hummed harmony. Swelling went down. Ms. Shirley gasped. It takes a lot to make her--

“Oh, it stopped hurting!” She wiggled it. “I can move it!” Started to get up--

“Go slow, Merle.” Ms. Shirley took her arm, but she didn’t need support. She did the dance routine she performed in a play recently. Ms. Shirley signed her pass to go back to class!

“Thanks, Molly!”

I handed her a green cube and touched the corner so the aandat fell on her feet. She screamed!

I hugged her. “Now you won’t catch any more colds or COVID!” Her mom’s an avid anti-vaxxer.

“Really? Without shots?” She left happy.

I healed two migraines and an upset tummy. Pas healed another migraine and bad arthritis flare-up. Poor teacher limped in here for a nap, and left dancing!

Kell came in, limping, to ask for an ibuprofen. My cue. I grabbed his arm and led him to a cot.

“Molly, I’m okay, I just want an ibuprofen ‘cause my knee hurts.”

“My friend, your whole body hurts! I want to try to fix it. Sit here.”

He had more injuries than any other player! His ortho just warned him to quit the basketball team, and we have a division championship game this year!

Pas lifted my hands to his forehead. “See all of his points, despite what you remember.”

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“Remember what?” Kell stared at him, green eyes wide, red eyebrows all the way up.

“We can ne explain, but I am teaching Molly Zheien Healing. We learn together, what she can do to help you, my son.”

His green eyes blinked. “Okay.”

I saw him and didn’t need a prompt to go again, and a third time. Lots to prioritize. Knee first, well, knees and ankles. Then arm joints. He hurt them all, at one time or another. Just about every finger!

“Sing, and imagine warmth as you do. Just a little warmth. Follow me.”

“Sing what?” I thought of several songs I liked that were popular.

“The song is ne important, but healing comes when one sings a song that has meaning to her. Emotion drives healing.” Pas’ red-gold eyes opened wide, and smiled as much as his wrinkled face.

Sunshine and butterflies

Free wings under blue skies

Listen to my heart rise

It sings for you.

I sing for the rainbows

I sing for the mornings

After closing my eyes

Darkness hid your light.

Darkness brings sorrows

But see these bright skies?

After the rain will come rainbows.

“Wow! Nothing hurts! Why’m I so sleepy?” He rubbed an eye.

“I had to heal a lot on you. Lie down and take a nap--”

“But I want to go back to PE and shoot some hoops--”

“If you want this healing to stay, take a nap now. Then you can start training again!” Oops. Healers don’t usually predict what a ‘healed’ can do until they try it! But I saw us winning that championship, and his points did it.

Our red-haired star hugged me, then laid down. Snored.

Pas waved white robes on me. “You are now Healer!”

I admired the soft material, light as gauze, but opaque. “Thanks, Pas!” Memories aren’t the same as reality.

Ms. Shirley made an announcement to the school. “We got us some miracle healers in my office. Any student with health problems, y’all come up! I encourage you teachers to let people out of your class. SETI’s been busy, and this is your preview!”

Ms. Edwards brought her entire Special Ed class. We got busy. Lots of bone defects and all sorts of intellectual difficulties.

Tommy smiled up at me while I checked his points. Everyone loved him, but his heart’s bad and they didn’t expect him to live to be 19. I knew that from his sister. “I want to heal your heart, but I gotta touch your chest.” Pas listened and got ready to take over if I needed it. Ported in his ennead. He was plenty busy healing deformities that most of these kids had.

He frowned. “Mama said not to let any girls do that.”

“Well, I’m 12, and I want to make your heart better. You know Ms. Shirley won’t let me do anything naughty, right, Ms. Shirley?”

“Sometimes doctors have to touch places to help what’s hurt. Miss Molly knows stuff I don’t know.”

He nodded and pulled my hand to his chest. I moved it to the left and sang. His blue eyes opened very wide! “Oh, I can breathe! It was tight this mornin’. Doesn’t hurt now!” He chattered on while I moved my hands back up to his head. Poor thing hurt all over! I fixed his hip, which was very deformed. Made his back straight. Loud cracks made ‘im cry. But, he got sleepy. I let him lie down and kept on. He needed a lot! When I finished, he looked a lot different because his face had been distorted and his teeth, very crooked. Pas didn’t have to help me.

“His Mamma won’t recognize him! I can’t hardly believe this!” She went on.

Next, Pas brought Emma Jordan to me. She was the size of a toddler, but had normal intelligence. Lots of deformities. Used a power chair. “I saw what you did for Tommy! I wanna run! Can you fix me so I can?”

I giggled. “I can sure try! Let me put you on a cot.” She reached up and Ms. Shirley showed me where to grab. Her diaper sagged. I waved up a cube and put an aandat on her. She stared down and giggled. “Thanks, Molly! I was awfully sore!”

Like with Tommy, I healed up all her deformities, and even her lopsided head looked normal when I got through. Brown hair grew back on it in all her bald patches. She fell asleep.

Mrs. Edwards went and got Juju Wang. I explained what I wanted to do and she pointed to symbols on her lapboard on her motorized wheelchair. “I want to run, too, like her!” Mrs. Edwards told me what she said.

I smiled at her. “I don’t know yet, but I’ll do my best, Juju!” She smiled. Her healing went really well! Her twisted legs straightened out and she rolled over on the cot. Bigger now, but still petite. Maybe Asian kids just are small, if they didn’t grow up here. Hoped, for her sister Annamarie’s sake, that she can talk now. I heard her say she’d do anything if Juju could just talk to her!

Pas went through kids like water. I saw the ones that he couldn’t heal like that. There were five.

Ms. Edwards sat on an empty bed. Took her dark glasses off. Her eyes had a milky gloss to ‘em. “Can you help me see? I want to see this miracle!”

I saw all her points, and this poor woman was almost as bad off as her students! I handed her a green cube. “You can think to this and it’ll answer you. I want you to have an aandat. It helps with pain, and you won’t need a bathroom. You heal faster--”

“I see it! Oh, I can see!” She looked around. Waved, and her aandat flowed onto her.

I kept on and she tried to hold still. Wept. Finally, I finished with all of her ortho and waved her ankle brace into her alt storage. Sang a silly jingle for cataract lens replacements. When I finished, her vision was 20/20, but she slept.

When we got through, Ms. Shirley looked worried. “How long will they sleep?”

“Hours, but you can port them home to their beds, if their families can’t come.” A few woke up enough to port themselves.