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cleared his throat.
    Looking down at him, Pam was struck by how healthy he seemed. She assumed the nights on the streets would have taken a greater toll. But he obviously was just down on his luck and had managed to find a haven or two during his hardship. His clothes were different from last night. He must have changed and showered somewhere before coming in. His chakras were healthy and strong. He was receiving and giving off energy that hummed in the air between them in clear channels. She held her hands up to her forehead, by her third eye, touching the tips of her fingers together. She mentally requested the power—the universal energy—to flow through her three times. Holding her hands over his face, she pictured the bruise on his cheekbone healing and the cuts closing.
    Concentrating on his face, she was taken aback at how handsome he was. He looked younger in relaxation. The curly scruff of his beard and his hair were washed and combed. He smelled clean. The energy he was giving back to her was clean. His thick eyelashes rested on his cheekbones. Why was it that men had the greatest eyelashes? That wide and stubborn jaw relaxed, and his full lips curved in a light smile. She had an unprofessional moment of longing, but she squelched it before it could affect the energy. Frowning, she forced herself to continue the treatment. Moving her hands down his chest and stomach, she paused to channel more ki .
    The knee had dark energy and toxins swirling around. Healing energy rushed through her in a sweet thrill, and she poured it into him, envisioning white light eradicating the darkness. Taking a deep breath, she blew it out, angling her breath over the area. She was rewarded by the feeling of the toxins coming to the surface on their journey out of the body.
    He started to snore lightly and jerked as he woke himself up.
    “It’s all right. Keep relaxing. Concentrate on your breathing. You are safe here.”
    Pam expected more anxiety from him about being in a strange place, but she was happy that his energy was lighter than she’d assumed she’d find around him. It meant he hadn’t given up on himself yet.
    “I’m going to lightly touch your knee. You may feel a temperature change or even a buzzing throb. It will not hurt. Is that all right?”
    Ralphie cleared his throat. “Yeah, I guess.”
    Pam once again asked for healing energy to work through her, and she felt a rush of warmth that she hoped was transmitted into his knee and the surrounding areas. She held her hands there for a few moments, sensing the tension leaving his body as his breathing grew deeper.
    Moving her hands above the entire length of his body, she concluded with her ritual closing meditation.
    “I think we’ve done all we can for the knee today, Mr. Brooks. I’d like to schedule another visit in a few days. If we don’t see any improvement, I’d like you to see a physical therapist here at the hospital.”
    “Hmmm?” he said and cracked open an eye.
    “Why don’t you take a few moments to center yourself. I’m going to get you a cool glass of water.”
    “Thanks.” He began stretching, and she watched the play of muscles move under his shirt.
    Shaking herself out of the half-trance she’d almost dropped back into, she opened up the mini fridge and pulled out a pitcher of water with lemon slices floating in it. Pouring him a glass, she waited until he was sitting up before handing it to him.
    “How do you feel?”
    “Sleepy,” he said. “As you can imagine, the nights have been pretty rough.”
    Past memories threatened to come up, and Pam forced them back down. “I can imagine. Have you tried the local shelters or the YMCA?”
    He nodded. “Don’t worry about me. I get by.”
    “I’ve got some vouchers for the cafeteria. The food’s not great, but at least it’s warm—even when it isn’t supposed to be.”
    “I’d appreciate that,” he said, but he didn’t meet her eyes.
    “Look,” she said. “I’ve been