I walk through the hallways. Breathing heavily. ‘_Is my magic good enough?’ _I said to myself. I heard coughs, sneezes, and groans. I checked my paper. My first room was 106. Opening the door, I saw a woman. She looked pale. A nurse was in there with her. ‘Dr. Glassron?’ she asked me. ‘Yes, that’s me.’ I answered. I took my blue mist covered her body. She levitated, floated back down on the bad, stood up, and hugged me. Her face wasn’t pale, and she was completely fine! My work had payed off. The next night, I got a letter. As I opened it, something hit me. It was like my magic was fading off me. I forgot about and continued to open the letter. It was from the hospital I had healed that woman today at. It stayed that the woman had died. I was lost and my heart fell down to my feet. I then tried to use my magic, but it had faded away…