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Chapter 2: Complications
(by Blake G, added on 20 April 2009 04:36 AM)

Emily knew enough about the human body to realize she shouldn't gulp the water down, as she desperately wanted to do. Instead, she took the glass from the doctor, sipping the water carefully. Her hand shook as she struggled to hold up the glass, and the doctor steadied it. He helped her sit up again, this time, pressing a button to move the upper portion of the bed in to a near sitting position. With the doctor's help, Emily finished the glass of water in a few minutes, allowing about ten seconds between each sip so her stomach could settle.

"You'll have to drink suip and other liquids for a few days. Your stomach needs to get used to eating again." The doctor explained.

Emily nodded in understanding, then looked him in the eye.

'Are you afraid of me?' She asked.

He looked slightly startled, but responded, "No... But your telepathy is going to take some getting used too. I suggest you don't reveal your abilities to others."

Emily took the pen and paper from her lap, staring down at them in her hands. She stared hard at the pen, willing it to lift from the paper. After about ten seconds, the pen lifted slowly. Emily cried out, dropping the objects in her hands in shock. It wasn't a fluke, then, she mused.

"Telekinetic, too, I see. Hmm." The doctor said, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Emily could feel the doctor's curious gaze. He wasn't afraid of her, wouldn't fear her strange abilities. Her mind felt tired, her thoughts fuzzy. She relaxed, letting her hands drop to her lap. Her head fell back against the headrest on the bed, her eyes closing as her mind relaxed.

"Emily?" The doctor called.

Emily tried to open her eyes, but her mind was too tired. Her body didn't move. Consciousness slowly left her. She sighed as she fell asleep, peaceful dreams sweeping her consciousness away.

Every animal mind had instinct, including the human mind. Consciousness prevailed over instinct in most cases, accept when terror was involved. In Emilie’s case, however, her instincts dominated her as she woke, consciousness still in the back of her mind, blissfully unaware.

In her altered mental state, her senses were heightened, more aware as they would have been many years ago, when humans were more instinct than intelligence. She could feel the people surrounding her, could hear their voices talking in frantic, excited voices. Cameras flashed in her eyes, the bright lights terrifying her.

She reacted as a trapped animal might, screaming as she leapt from the bed with surprising strength and ajility. She tackled one news man to the ground, using her telekinetic abilities to throw another against the wall. Slamming the first man's head to the floor with enough force to knock him unconscious, but not kill him, Emily leapt to her feet and spun around, a wild, terrified look in her eyes. Voices started speaking, shouting, lights flashing in her eyes again. Emily screamed, clutching her head as she fell to the ground. Pain tore through her head as she became aware of her position consciously. Doctor Chase charged in to the room, yelling at the news crews to leave with their cameras and equipment.

Emily felt him lay her on the bed, force her curled body to straighten as he connected electrodes to her head again. She had torn them loose in her wild frenzy of terror, but it only took him moments to reconnect them.

Monitors beeped wildly, the graph that showed her brain activity peaking at a level beyond its highest point. Emily still screamed, but the doctor worked with single-minded determination, focusing on helping his patient.

Emilie's vision flickered. Even through her incredible pain, she noticed. It terrified her again. The pain tore through her head like a wave, crashing again and again. Incredibly, she could still somewhat concentrate, though she didn't know how, or even why. What mattered was stopping the pain. She had to stop the pain. Desperation driving her, Emily literally willed her brain activity to lower, her pain to subside. Doctor Chase sighed with relief, his entire body shaking as adrenaline pumped through his blood.

"How do you feel?" Chase asked as he turned to Emily.

Emily was unconscious again. Sighing, Chase walked to the door and opened it, spotting a man who looked to be the leader of the news crew that had stormed in to Emilie’s hospital room.

"You." Chase said, glaring at him, stepping closer with fury burning in his eyes. "You nearly killed her."

Chase was normally a person to think before he acted, but in this case, his anger drove him over the edge of his control. He grabbed the man, slamming him back first against the wall, his eyes filled with a terrifying rage.

"You will leave, and if one of you comes back here, I'll give you a story to report!" Chase shouted, his face inches from the man's own, whose eyes were wide with terror.

The man squeaked something inarticulate, his heart pounding wildly in fear. Chase released him, his eyes narrowed.

"Leave!" Chase roared, then shoved the man down the corridor.

The news crew left, all of them frightened of the mad doctor. Chase entered Emilie's hospital room again, walked over to the phone, then punched in the extension to connect him to the manager.

"Yes, I want to know how the news got their hands on the cameras recordings of this room." Chase said.

He was silent for a few seconds as he heard a response, then he said in anger, "Turn the cameras off in here..."

He was cut off, and a voice could be faintly heard over the phones receiver. In frustration, Chase nearly slammed the phone down, then a wave of calm swept over him. A beeping alerted him to Emilie's unstable condition as her brain activity peaked once again. Gently placing the phone on its base, Chase turned back to her. The levels of brain activity were quite different from those of a normal person, all sections of her brain working in sink with one another. Her brainwaves peaked at quite a high level, and it worried Chase. Activating a live X-ray feed of her brain, he looked in awe, then his eyes widened in surprise.

"Poor Emily... I'm sorry." Chase whispered. Her own mind had destroyed her optic nerves. In their place was something completely unfamiliar and fascinating to him, and he suddenly realized that Emilies brain, her entire body, was new territory. Definitely mind over matter, he mused to himself. But, he asked himself, did she know?

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