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“Is your head ok?” Karma asked for the millionth time.
I sighed and nodded, though the pain had gotten a lot more severe during my drive back to Tommy’s.
“Come here, let me use my crystals,” she said with a won’t-take-no-for-an-answer tone in her voice.
The little woman was fierce. It explained where Freya got it from.
“Kar, I really don’t want you to worry—”
“I won’t hear a single thing about it! I’ll do your energy work for no charge. That’s what friends are for!”
That’s right. While Tommy and Freya were at the office all day, Karma was seeing ‘clients’ to help them with their energy field flow or whatever the fuck she did.
Karma pushed me down onto the couch where I had been sitting to inhale some American cheese on Ritz, because who the fuck needed a body of steel anyway? Not like I had wars to fight anymore. Closest thing I got recently to a battle had been the lugnut from hell that was covered in decades old rust and grease and hadn’t wanted to leave the Goddamn car it’d come from.
“Now, close your eyes. If you’re wearing any metal, you need to take it off so the energy flows freely through your body.”
I didn’t bother mentioning the screws in my hip, or the dog tags still around my neck after changing from my cammies. Now what was the point of wearing them?
“Mhm,” I hummed, hoping she’d just get on with it so I could finish my cold cuts.
Ah, salami, I should get that shit. It’d go great with the cheese and crackers.
Karma moved her hands over my body, hovering them above my skin as she ‘cleared’ my energy, then placed three crystals literally on my face. And that shit was cold.
“Mom,” came Freya’s voice from what I knew was the front door just by the sound of it closing.
“Hush! He’s got a headache and we’re clearing his chakras!”
“Mom!” Freya sounded even more indignant that time. “Did you even ask him if he wanted—”
Karma gave her a harsh shush, then started humming. That’s right, humming.
“Ohmmmmm…”
I heard Freya’s annoyed huff, but she moved, probably toward the kitchen if I was right. The sound of her corduroy pants over thick thighs, and the backpack she dropped on the tile floor were my clues.
Dammit, don’t think about your friend’s daughter’s thighs, asshole!
“Now, do you see purple?” Karma asked quietly. “That’s your crown chakra. Once you can clear that, the pain should go away.”
Nah, the irreparable damage of a massive concussion due to a blast in our hidey hole had done a pretty decent job of fucking me up. No amount of purple or chakra bullshit was going to fix that.
“Oh yeah, totally,” I mused out loud.
“There,” Karma said, taking the rocks off my eyeballs and from between my brows with a satisfied sigh. “I’ll make a believer out of you yet!”
I held back my derisive snort while Karma walked away to clear the bad energy from her stones.
“Sorry,” Freya said from…yep, the kitchen. “Mom’s been into that stuff ever since I can remember. She thinks that good thoughts and crystals can heal just about everything.”
“You don’t buy it?” I asked her.
She just blinked at me.
“She once tried healing my broken arm with obsidian and selenite. It took me two hours to convince my mom that a couple of pretty rocks weren’t going to reset my bones.”
I whistled.
