| Emily Berns was nineteen. She had graduated from high school only four months ago. She was a calm person, who was quite intuitive about others. Many of her teachers and students told her she would do well as a psychologist or a counselor. Emily had thought about the opinions of others as she walked casually down the sidewalk outside her apartment.
As Emily stood at the corner of the intersection in front of her, she looked up at the sky. Today was a sunny day, and the sky shown a clear blue above her. As it was day, she couldn't make out any stars, but if it had been night, she could have. She would come to be greatful for her last look at the sky, but at the moment, she didn't know she would.
She started across the street, looking around her. A bus blocked her view of a car heading down the road, and she hadn't heard it, the sound of the busses engine covering the sound of the car. When it slammed in to the bus, however, she had no time for thoughts. The bus had been quite close to her at the time, as it was going to turn right. On this particular street, the turning lanes were on the far right and far left sides of the road, and the driver of the bus had chosen to stop close to the curb. As a result, the momentum of the car pushed the busses front end to the right. The bus slammed in to Emily, throwing her to the ground. Her head slammed in to the road, and consciousness left her.
Emily felt a gentle throbbing in her head as she awoke. The pain wasn't intense, and emily suspected that was due to the I.V. that seemed to be in her arm. She carefully opened her eyes, staring up at the dim lights above her. She struggled to sit up, gritting her teeth through the weakness in her mustles. She was determined, however, and eventually managed to do so.
Breathing hard as if she had run a race, Emily stared around at her surroundings. She recognized the surroundings of a hospital, but she wasn't certain of her exact location. As she looked around, she felt something, instinctively realizing someone was approaching the room she was in. It was a feeling in the back of her mind, as if she could sense the other person's presents. It was a nurse. She was coming to check on Emily, and Emily knew she would be surprised when she walked through the door. Something was at the edge of emilies perceptions, and after a moment, Emily realized this woman was in pain. Her emotions were barried, however, tightly controled.
Emily turned her head toward the door as the nurse opened it. She cried out in surprise, then rushed over to Emily. As she did, the nurses feelings became more intense, and Emily felt the throbbing in her head growing worse.
"Emily, Emily Berns, you need to lie down." The nurse said, trying to keep her voice calm. It was rather difficult, however, for the surprise she had received upon noticing Emilies conscious form had given her quite a shock.
"Why are you in pain?" Emily tried to ask, but discovered, before she opened her mouth, that she didn't know how to form the words she wanted to say.
Emily was a calm person, however, and didn't allow her apparent disabillity to frustrate her. Instead, she shakily rose her hand, pointing at a piece of paper and a pen lieing on a table. After she did so, Emily collapsed backward on the bed. The nurse leaned over her, looking closely in to her eyes.
As Emily returned the nurses gaze, she knew how to communicate. Had she thought about it further, however, she would have realized her current course of action was unwise. She wasn't entirely focused and concentrated, however, still daised from her unfamiliar surroundings as well as the drugs being fed directly in to her blood stream. Picturing the nurses face in her mind, Emily thought, 'What's your name?'
The nurses eyes widened in fear and disbelief. Emily wisely chose not to project a thought to the nurse again, but wouldn't have had a chance to do so. The nurse turned and ran from the room. A few seconds later, a doctor entered. He seemed unsurprised to see Emily awake. Emily could read this person as well, and knew he was used to dealing with the unexpected. Perhaps he would have better luck with her form of communication.
"Good afternoon, Emily. My name is Doctor Chase." The doctor said calmly, checking the monitors at the side of her bed.
Emily turned to look at him, and again, attempted to speak. She couldn't do so, but she knew she could think in to his mind. She wasn't entirely certain how she was aware of what she could do, but the fact that she was was good enough for her at the moment.
'Hello, doctor Chase.' Emily thought to him, picturing his face in her mind intently as she did so.
The doctors eyes widened, then he glanced at a computer monitor. He looked rather shaken and surprised, but he wasn't running.
"Emily, can you repeat what you just did for me?" The doctor asked.
'Can you hear me? You're not making eye contact with me, so I don't know if this will work.' Emily thought to him. She could feel that it had, however, and the doctor looked back at her with a curious expression on his face. His fear was calming, and Emily felt he wouldn't be afraid of her unique tallent.
"Emily, I need you to let me know if you feel any weakness or dizziness. The injury to your brain has had some rather unexpected results." The doctor said.
'Can you explain?' Emily said, ignoring her increasing pain. Her concentration was back, and she could focus much better. She looked at the doctor calmly, paciently waiting.
"The human brain is rather complex, and medical studies have shown that humans only use approximately one third of their brain." The doctor indicated a computer monitor. "This is monitoring your brain activity, and it shows the different brainwaves such as beta, alpha, ect. As far as I can tell, you are using one half of your brains full capacity. This is particularly prominent in the frontal, temporal, and pariital lobes of your brain."
'I'm sorry to interrupt, but could you break it down a bit?' Emily asked.
"I'm sorry." The doctor chuckled somewhat. "I'll try to be more basic, but I'm used to explaining things in technical terms." The doctor paused for a moment, then continued. "You're telepathic, you can project your thoughts. You've shown me that. Whenever you project, your brain activity peaks to a dangerous level, a level that would be dangerous for most people. Your bio-signs don't seem to be effected by this peak in activity, and I'm at a loss as to why. In short, you're as healthy as I am, accept for your rather unusual brain activity. Several portions of your brain were critically injured in the accident. That includes the broca's area, which allows you to speak."
'Is that why I can't seem to form words?' Emily asked.
"That's correct. However, with the correct instruction, I'm sure you can learn to speak again." The doctor responded kindly.
Emily caught sight of a callender hanging on the wall. The date was March 14, 2019. She had been unconscious for ten years. She suddenly became aware of her thurst and physical weakness. The pain in her head had decreased considerably, but no pain killers were being injected in to her blood. Emily didn't think about that, however, as she gritted her teeth and forced herself to sit up again. Doctor Chase helped her, and she smiled greatfully at him.
"Are you thursty, Ms. Berns?" The doctor asked.
Emily nodded, deciding not to project. She would have to learn about her supposed telepathy. As the doctor left her, she felt a wave of frustration come over her. She stared longingly at the pen and paper, then prepared to climb from the bed. She would get them if it killed her, she thought to herself.
Pain stabbed through her head, then Emily instinctively reached up as the pen and paper came flying at her from the table. No one had thrown them, however, and she stared, wide-eyed at the objects in her hands. She didn't panick or scream, however, simply stared at the paper and pen. When Doctor Chase returned, he found her lieing on the bed, staring at the seemingly ordinary objects. Placing the glass on the bedside table, he leaned over her.
"Ms. Berns, are you all right?" Doctor Chase asked.
Emily stared up at him with shocked eyes, unable to concentrate well enough to project. She indicated the paper and pen in her right hand, then with her left, pointed to the table they had been on. The doctor seemed to understand, as he said, "I see."
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