Amy

Jo transported herself along with Beth and me to Mount Sinai Hospital in Manhattan. One second we were in that dreadful apartment in Chelsea and the next we were on the Upper East Side.

Beth made our costumes look really official.  Right now we're wandering the Covid ward looking for Allie. There are so many sick patients--like hundreds.  People are convulsing and groaning in pain. There aren't enough doctors or nurses. People are lying in their own vomit and filth. I want to help them all. Jo barks, 'Stay focused; we're on a mission.'

An old man bearing a striking resemblance to my deceased grandpa Joe cries out to me. "Doctor..." He gasps, "Please... I can't... breathe." My sisters weren't paying attention. They were off looking for Allie in another row.

I looked into the old man's eyes. He looked so kind. He was all alone. "I'll see if I can find someone to help you sir."

He weakly grabbed the hem of my labcoat. "Can't you help me? Aren't you a doctor?"

I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "I prefer you weren't sick at all."

Instantly the man sat up. He yelled, "I'm healed! Praise the Lord, I'm healed!" He jumped out of bed and began jumping around as if he were a teenager. "You are a miracle worker!"

Beth and Jo came rushing over.

Jo looked angrier than usual. "What did you do Amy?"

I whispered. "It worked. I wasn't sure... but he looked so sad."

Beth helped the old man get back into bed. "Let me see about getting you discharged..." She looked for his chart but there wasn't one.

Beth looked at me. "We're gonna have to get out of here before we're caught."

Annoyed, I asked her, "Caught for what? Healing people?"

"No..." Beth replied. "Caught for impersonating medical professionals."

I shewed her away with my hands and shouted, "I prefer everyone who hears my voice to be healthy."

Suddenly the coughing stopped. The gasping stopped. The moaning stopped. The crying stopped. The room grew silent. After thirty seconds or so it erupted with laughter and cheers of happiness.

Jo grabbed my left arm. Beth grabbed my right arm. Together they pulled me into an empty elevator just as the doors were about to close.

Jo did her best pissed-off mother impression. "Are you crazy Amy?"

I defended myself. "I'm compassionate Jo."

Beth whispered. "You're gonna get us thrown into jail."

I smirked. "Jo will pop us out of there."

Jo sighed. She knew I was right. "We've gotta find Allie and then scram!"

I giggled. "Who says 'scram'? What are you, a ninety-year-old grandma?"

Jo laughed with me. "You're right I shoulda said, "skiddaddle!'"

All three of us burst out laughing.

I've never felt more alive in my life! Could this be the abundant life in Jesus ' mother tried to tell me about?

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