Episode 33

Profanities rolled loosely off Zipporah’s tongue. She felt the heat do something wicked to her skin. With ease and unsettled fingers she raised her top. What she saw was completely unnatural and almost unexplainable. The potion she drank was sipping out from the pores of her swollen skin. It began to spread as it coated her injury. Mixing with the pink ointment on her injury, it turned brown.

In absolute wonder, she watched the swollen injury heal. It felt like time was moving faster for that part of her waist and it was profoundly painful.

As the color faded with her wound, the pain tailed it. Her ribs simmered into relief. No one told her the healing process was going to be such torture. She hissed, tired of the different forms of pain she has had to endure. The part that was swollen was warm when she touched it.

She stared at it, confused about what just happened. Few minutes ago she had a swollen waist, now she had nothing to show of it. There was no bump or even a scar. She wond