"Just wait and see. It has to do with Mike."
When they joined the others again at Mike's bedside, Dr. Horton took Larry to the men's room upon his request, and when they returned a few minutes later, Larry was placed by the end of the metal table and Horton walked to the end of the bed to speak to Mike.
"I would like to try something," he said, smiling. "Michael, would you mind coming over here to Larry and putting your hands on his shoulders?"
"No, not at all."
The boy stretched and went the short distance to his new acquaintance. He took a deep breath, and gingerly placed his hands on the weakened tech's shoulders from in front of him. Larry looked ready to pass out, and was mumbling something, but at the janitor's touch, tried to sit up straight.
"Hey, I don't feel so good!" Larry moaned. "Watch out, I may be contagious!"
Mike felt like two jolts of invisible electricity fled down his arms and went into Larry's body simultaneously, through his fingertips. Those watching could only see a faint glow around both as the contact was made.
 Larry opened his eyes wide, smiled and brought himself straight in his chair. Mike hadn't even blinked his eyes through the whole thing, and he just stepped back, smiling.
"W-what happened?" Larry managed, surprised. "I feel better. I DO feel better!" His big blue eyes gazed up at Mike. "Hey, what ARE you, some kind of faith healer or something? I mean, I'm sorry, but I haven't been to church in years! But thank you; whatever you did worked, somehow."
Larry carefully stood up. His insides still were a little shaky. Other than that, and a very sore backside, he felt like he could do a good day's work with no complaints! There was so much positive energy flowing through Larry's body it seemed to touch everyone in the room in the form of joy at the occurrence. Jeanie beamed and stared at the two men. Dr. Cooper cleared his throat.
"Well," he exclaimed, looking at Dr. Horton. He could find no more words to say.
Mike just stared at Larry, then at the others, in question. "What did I do?" he asked, astonished. "Did I do something?"
"Well," Doctor Horton seemed to be an echo of his partner, "that seems to help a lot, and, answer at least ONE of our questions."
"What is going on? Will someone kindly explain?" Mike asked the doctors, shrugging. He held out his arms before him in exasperation.
"In time, dear boy, in time. We can't tell you what we don't know ourselves, but I CAN tell you right now, your accident has blessed you with the psychic ability to heal. Have you ever had this power before?"