I shrug, rolling my bad shoulder. "I know." I said weakly, my bones aching. "But you still need to be careful. That healing doesn't heal your insides that well. Only partial. That's why she couldn't heal my arm."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school... I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy..." — Unnamed Girl from "Mean Girls"
