[Nathan Havelock]

Paving the Way to Understanding and Control

There was movement as Sky dried her tears, looking like she was doing some heavy thinking. Her confidence had obviously taken a hit but she didn’t look entirely defeated. He watched her as the cogs turned, daring to hope that yes, there was a spark of determination fighting to be seen in her eyes. Nate smiled encouragingly as she looked to him and expressed her desire to go back into the room.

“Okay, we’ll go in together,” he said decisively, standing to his feet. Before he could really think, he’d offered his hand to help her up. He snatched it back swiftly before she had the chance to grab it even if she’d tried, shoving it into his pocket.

“Sorry,” he apologised quickly, “I know you’re not a fan of physical contact. Force of habit. It won’t happen again.”

He hoped she wouldn’t be too spooked by the mistake. He’d done his best to make it clear he wouldn’t make the same error in the future. Eventually they’d have to address her touch aversion, of course, but now was very much not the time.

He counted them down softly before pushing the door open. This time the heads didn’t turn – all except the main woman at the computer. Clearly she was currently in charge of the operation.

“Hi everyone, this is Sky,” he said breezily, re-introducing her as though nothing bad had happened at all. “She’s been working really hard on looking into the vision and we have some more findings.” He passed her the notebook, in case she wanted to refer it.

“Take it away, Sky,” Nate finished with a grin. She could do it, he was sure.

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With a slight sigh, Sky slowly got to her knees, she noticed the kind doctor offer his hand then pull away quicky. He apologized for reaching for her, mentioning that she didn't like to be touched. Never less it was a nice gesture he showed his kindness toward her.

On her feet again, she felt the cold floor thru the socks she was wearing. She looked at the doctor and nodded slightly before going back into the room. Once inside, the kind doctor would tell everyone her name again, a slight chill went down her spine at this point, she shivered. Her eyes focused on the floor as the doctor talked to the people in the room. He would pass her notebook back to her with a "take it away, sky". She briefly turned to look at the door, her knees felt like jello, the fear clawing at her that she fought to keep at bay.

Taking a seat she opened the notebook, she looked at the people in the room, for awhile she struggled to find words to share with the group. When she did find that courage to talk, it was at a soft whisper. Stopping she looked at the kind doctor to find the encouragement she needed to continue, she talked a little louder and told them what she saw. Sky would slowly walk up to the lady with the computer, she handed to her the notebook and retreated to her seat again adverting her eyes from the group, clearly still fighting with that fear that plauged her.

Sky spied the clock on the wall it was ten of twelve. Her eyes would rolled back into her head and then softly close, her body stiffened and her hand reached for a pen off the table, she started to draw again, directly on the table no less!

There was more info on the scene of the situation at hand, including names of people involved. There was also clearly other info, from a different vision coming though? One thing that would become clear to them was that extreme stress would cause seizure like activity that would bring out an automatic writing in her. After she was done writing, her features soften and she looked drowsy to the point of almost looking like she might fall over. 

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[Nathan Havelock]

Paving the Way to Understanding and Control

Seated, with the notebook before her, Sky quietly explained her findings. She seemed to draw a bit of courage from his presence and soon the room was in motion to relay the information to the team on the ground. He watched as she handed the notebook to the woman in charge, who took it with a firm, thankful nod before passing it along for scanning.

The man with the laptop beside her was talking into his headset, liaising with the people at the scene to find the food truck. Someone else could be heard making contact with the Hero Program, and yet another was currently explaining the situation to the police, who were currently on stand-by.

Once Sky was back in the seat she had chosen for herself, she stiffened suddenly and Nate watched her hand reach out and grab a nearby pen and begin scrawling on the table. The pen’s owner started to protest before realising what she was doing and frowned, settling back into their seat to observe what she was up to.

“They’ve located the truck,” he was informed. “Location soon to be secured – we’ve got a Hero on the case now too.”

“She’s writing more,” Nate pointed out.

“I want photos of that when she’s done. Then get her out of here, she needs rest, and tell her everything’s going to be okay. We have it under control now.”

At this point, the pen dropped to the table and Sky drowsily relaxed back into her chair. This final look into the vision had clearly been an over-exertion, though he wasn’t sure whether she had even intended to do it or not. She looked exhausted.

“Sky,” Nate said softly. “The people, they’re going to be okay, we think. You’ve just been writing some more and I think it’s time we head back before you pass out. Can you stand?”

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Was she done? Was it over? She shook her head, her eyes half open and not fully clear or lucid at this point. Holding the edge of the chair to keep herself from falling off. The kind doctor was talking to her, Sky did not respond, she couldn't, not yet, still stuck, not vision? No, didn't know, just stuck. Like post seizure kinda of.

After a few moments Sky was ok, she looked at the doctor and at the group, looking to the doctor she asked if she could back to her room. Getting up slowing, she would walk slowly to her room, the kind doctor not far behind her.

Once at her room she disappeared into the bathroom, one could hear water running and shuffling sounds, a toilet flush and shortly after that the water stopped and she came out. She was happy that the doctor didn't leave, she wanted, no needed to talk to him, she needed help.

She sat on the bed and looked at him "I don't know what's happening to me, I feel like everytime I take a step forward, something happens and its like taking three steps back." she sighed as she continued "You said you think I am a . . . what is the word? Pre something, no, precog? What really does that mean? Are these visions really happening?" She removed stray hair from her face and looked abit lost. "It's not like the TV programs where the precog goes crazy or what not, is it?"

Taking the glass off the nightstand she went into the bathroom and got more water, she drank some and then returned to sitting on the bed facing the kind doctor. Her legs dangled off the side of the bed.
"What's going to happen now? Do I stay here?" Sky had similar questions about her power and how things worked on the unit and such. The truth was, Sky was still scared about all this stuff that was happening to her recently. She looked up at the drawing and asked if she could have some paint to cover it over or maybe at least hang a sheet over it. It freaked her out.

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[Nathan Havelock]

Paving the Way to Understanding and Control

Sky sat on the bed, looking like she had recovered somewhat from the overexertion. Nate had half been expecting her to just pass out once she’d come back to the room but she was sat there, sighing to herself but not looking as out of it as she had been back in the other room. In fact, she was full of questions that Nate would try his best to answer.

“Why do you think you’ve taken any steps back? You’ve already learnt so much and you’ve managed to face pretty much every challenge that’s been thrown at you while you’ve been here. Give yourself some credit.”

He thought for a moment about the ‘precog’ questions. “That’s what the rest of the team have agreed is the most fitting label for your power presentation. It just means that we think you can predict the future – or the most likely outcome without active interference, at least. I guess you’ll be able to figure out exactly how it works with time and practice but, yes, the visions seem to have a strong basis in reality.

“As for going crazy…” He sighed and rubbed his neck. “Judging from informal assessment, you’re in pretty good health, but you shouldn’t think of your ability as some kind of psychiatric disorder. I think once you feel confident in controlling it, things should fall into place.”

Nate tilted his head in thought. “There is one thing that’s been mentioned a lot in your notes that I’d like to talk about with you at some point. Not necessarily right now, if you don’t want,” he explained quickly, in case she felt alarmed, “But have you noticed your reaction to physical contact? I nearly slipped up about that earlier, and again I’m really sorry about that. I guess I was wondering if you had any thoughts on it yourself.”

She left for a moment to fetch herself some water and, when she returned, had yet more questions.

“You can stay here as long as you need our help,” he said calmly. “Hopefully it won’t be too long before you can be discharged and we can consider your next steps. Have you had any thoughts about it?”

He followed her gaze to the drawing on the wall. “We could have that painted over, I bet. I can grab a janitor for you on the way to my next patient, how does that sound?”

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Sky wanted nothing more then to learn about her power and how to control it. Maybe what happened over the past couple days was a start. However, she still had that lost, not in control feeling that she could not seem to shake off. The kind doctor was now asking why she felt she was taking steps backwards?

Her head lowered slightly, her eyes fell to the floor. She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, but when we were in the room before, I felt like something happened to me, I don't know I can't explain it but when I came too, there was that drawing on the table, like that." Sky pointed at the drawing that she refused to look at again, it was clearly starting to scare her. "I mean, I am happy and hope those people are ok, it just feels odd that I could do that." Sky looked at the doctor "Are all that I see in my head all the time from the future? Is there a way we can shut it off?"

There was some time Sky was silent, she looked lost in thought or maybe lost looking inside her head at the visions that currently bothered her to no end. Either way Sky's silence was clear that her power was still more of a curse to her.

When the kind doctor then mentioned about not liking to be touched. Sky really clammed up.
There was more silence as it looked now that she was searching for a way to explain what she wanted to tell the doctor about the not like being touched thing.

Her voice was barely a whisper when she would say "I hear people talking" and that was that, she didn't explain further, she was to scared too.

The doctor told her she would stay here as long as needed. They could talk about more later and that he would ask for some paint from the janitor when he was on his way to his next patient.

Sky nodded an 'ok' and would watch him leave the room.

Now she was alone, she sat still for some time, before she laid down and fell fast asleep.

[Nathan Havelock]

Paving the Way to Understanding and Control

Nate made a mental note of Sky’s concern; that sudden vision had obviously come completely and involuntarily out of the blue. It was unlike her more deliberate probing that she’d been trying to do beforehand, yet also unlike the reports of her sleep-induced drawing. He’d have to go and record all his observations at a computer quickly before he moved onto his neurology work this afternoon.

“Hey, it’s not a step back, I’m sure the information you saw was very useful and I’ll help you work out the triggers on my next visit. And I’m glad you’re happy, hopefully over time your power will feel less odd,” he said with a smile.

She was asking him questions he couldn’t possibly know the answer to now. “And I don’t know if you can shut it off, that might have to be something you learn on your own through experience. I’m reluctant to use things like medication for that kind of thing unless necessary.”

He waited quietly as Sky paused for a while in thought. She had a lot of thinking over to do, and he wasn’t really going to be able to do it for her. He could help but, at the end of the day, it was her ability to understand and hers alone. The silence continued for a moment, though she was obviously struggling to find the right words about her touch aversion.

The whisper was vague, not revealing too much, but enough to give Nate an inkling as to her concerns. He decided not to pursue it any further for now, but added it to his mental list of things to write into her notes.

As he left the room in search of a janitor, he heaved a gentle sigh. The morning had been pretty stressful, despite the positive face he’d put on it and the eventual (hopefully) good outcome, and he was really looking forward to a cup of coffee. Definitely black.

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