[Brian Harris]

He walked quickly, breathing heavily, his hand held tightly over his wrist.

”Bitch.” Dennis spat at him. ”Absolute little bitch.”

”Of course, of course you’d go and do something like this.” Sasha sneered.

”Poor baby Brian.” Clara pouted.

”And you couldn’t even do it right.”

”You have injured yourself.” Tect stated plainly.

”We don’t really have to go to the hospital, do we?”

“Yes, we do.” Brian muttered. It was time. It was far past time. He needed help, he just didn’t know it was available. Not until recently. There was some place that could contain him, where he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else. He’d known for the past month or so. He’s just been too anxious to go. What if they didn’t give him the right medication? What if there were mind readers? Then they would know what he did and then- He stopped his thoughts right there. He couldn’t think about that right now. He was bleeding out. He needed someone to patch up his wrist so he wouldn’t die, and hopefully someone to patch up his mind so he wouldn’t try to kill himself again.

”But I don’t wanna go! It’s so boring and stupid and I hate it!" Clara whined like a little girl.

As he was walking, he passed by a woman who gave him a well-warranted strange look that made him feel extremely self-conscious. ”She has blond hair.” Tect commented before adding. ”She wants to take your skin." Brian winced and quickened his pace.

”And I hate the clothes tooo, they’re so grossss"

”As if his clothing isn’t always absolutely repulsive.”

”Oh my god, shut up! You should’ve just finished the job. Oh, what am I saying, you could never finish the fucking job. You can never do anything right.”

It had maybe just occurred to him right then that he had no idea where the facility was or where the hell he was going. He was quite drunk, after all, and heavily sedated on heavy-duty non-prescription antipsychotics (although the slash on his wrist had sobered him up quite a bit). He grit his teeth, the pain from his wrist coming to him in waves. Maybe if he just went to a regular hospital and showed them his abilities they would transfer him. They must.

”If you don’t kill anyone first.”

Brian hummed in distressed and quickly switched his direction toward the nearest hospital. He didn’t know he was crossing the street until he heard the screech of tires followed by a loud honk. Brian flinched as if someone threw a knife at him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He whimpered, tears starting to stream out of his eyes.

”Little bitch.”

”Pathetic.”

His chest was hurting, tightening, he could feel his breath quickening. He was having a panic attack, but he couldn’t curl up into a ball and cry now. He was dying, and for once, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

”It’s okay Brian, you can make it!” Clara encouraged, ”I believe in you!” She paused for a second before adding. ”Just don’t go to the crazy hospital, okay?”

He saw the entrance to the ER in the distance. He increased the strength in his leg muscles slightly so he could run there faster. He cleared the parking lot in no time and rushed through the doors. He then slowed his pace, not wanting to bring too much attention to himself and quickly walked over to the front desk, staring downward in the receptionist’s general direction. “Hi I’m Brian I’m a metahuman and I hear voices and I wanna kill myself and I cut myself earlier and I think it’s pretty deep and I…” His voice sped up as he talked, his fast paced mumbling getting quicker and quieter until the woman at the desk couldn’t understand him any more.

“I’m sorry sir, can you repeat that?”

He looked down at his feet and held up his wrist, showing her the deep scratched he’d unintentionally intentionally made on his wrist. It was bleeding quite heavily. “I need help.” He said softly.

Her eyes widened. “Oh.” Things got a bit blurry after that. He’d been bleeding for a while now and he was starting to see black dots around the edge of his vision. He felt light headed and his skin was going pale.

”You are going to pass out.”

He kept hearing voices, real voices (he assumed) saying things like, “Are you with me? Stay with me.” To which he’d make a nondescript noise in response. He eventually found himself lying on a bed hooked up to an IV, the tube lined with red, and a bandage place firmly on his wrist.

”They are giving you blood.” Tect commented.

”Diseased blood.” Dennis hissed. ”Pumping you full of AIDs blood.”

“Will you guys just shut up.” Brian moaned, pressing his hands to his eyes.

“I’m sorry?” A voice came from inside the room. Brian lifted his head up to see a nurse sitting in the room with him, magazine in hand, looking at him concerned. His face flushed.

“Oh, nothing, I was just, uh..I...I-I was...um…” He stammered. Of course he’d be on one to one, of course he would. He’d just tried to kill himself. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

”Stupid indeed.” Sasha agreed.

“Hey, it’s okay.” The nurse smiled at him warmly. “You just need to relax right now. That’s all you need to do.”

“Okay, okay…” He breathed, leaning his head back, combing his hands through his hair. Although he knew no matter what he did, there was no way he could relax. His whole body was tense. All those ugly thoughts about the infinite possibilities of what could happen came rushing into his head. He would have to talk about his illness, he always hated that. They wouldn’t give him Haldol, no way, it was outdated. And the alcohol. God, why didn’t he think about the alcohol!? He’s gonna have to actually be sober! And there would definitely be a rough patch with this change in medication. What if he hurt someone during that time? What if they couldn’t stop him? What if they didn’t even send him to the metahuman facility? Oh god, this was a mistake. He should’ve just let himself die.

The nurse, presumably sensing his discomfort, spoke up. “So I heard you said you’re a metahuman.”

“Yep.” Brian replied, strained.

“That’s cool, what powers do you have?” He asked.

“I can...make my muscles grow.”

“Are you part of the program?”

”Bitch, does he look like he’s part of the program?”

Brian shook his head, his lips tightened. “No.”

The nurse, again, seemed to have some kind of sixth sense when it came to Brian’s comfort level, and quickly changed the subject.

They exchanged some small talk for the next couple of hours, slowly distracting Brian from his myriad of anxieties. Every now and then someone would come in, ask him how he was doing, tell him the doctor would be in soon which would send his heart racing, and then leave. After a while, the color came back to his skin and they removed the IV.

Eventually, the doctor came in, a nice but tired looking woman. She asked him the fundamental questions. First the basics; name, date of birth, etc. Then his diagnoses, which he said swiftly and quietly, as much as he hated doing it he was used to talking about this stuff to doctors. She asked if he was on any medication, he told her about the Haldol but he didn’t tell her where he was getting it from and he couldn’t tell her the dosage, as it varied depending on how badly he felt he needed it. She asked if he was using drugs or alcohol, he said yes. She asked if he was experiencing any visual or auditory hallucinations, he tentatively said yes. Finally, she asked the big question, although she phrased it as they always do, as delicately and clinically as possible. “Have you taken any suicidal actions and do you currently have any suicidal ideation?” To which he answered.

“Yes.”

And that was it.

He stayed in the room a while longer before a rather severe looking man came in and said. “The receptionist reported you claimed you were a metahuman.”

“Yeah.” He replied.

“Can you give us a demonstration?”

He took a deep breath, and grew the muscles on his arm until they were three times their original size, then shrunk them back down.

“Alright, I think that proves it.” He said, writing something down on his clipboard. “Does this give you increased strength?”

“Yeah. And speed, when I run, yeah.”

”Big Brian boy is so strong!” Clara gushed.

”Makes you the perfect killing machine, doesn’t it.”

“Good...to...know.” He spoke as he wrote something down meticulously. “Alright, we’ll be right back with you.” And with that he promptly left.

Brian let out a deep and shaky breath. “Hey, it’s okay.” The nurse said, patting his leg. “You ever been to the MNRU?”

“Is that what it’s called?”

“Yeah. I heard it’s a pretty nice place.”

Brian gave him a strained little smile.

About two hours later, they had him stand up and move to a gurney. The nurse waved goodbye, and he waved back, feeling guilty that he never learned his name. They needlessly strapped in his legs, and although it wasn’t restraining, it always felt like it, giving him unpleasant flashbacks to the four point; the closest the modern day can get to a straight jacket. The ultimate sign that you are criminally, dangerously, utterly, insane. Regardless, he didn’t protest as they wheeled him out to an ambulance and drove off, no lights. No one talked to him, they barely even looked at him, which made Brian feel self-conscious, he felt they disliked him.

“They can’t stand to look at you.”

“They’re disgusted by you.”

“Ooh, I bet they’re scared of you.”

“They are not looking at you.”

“They don’t like crazy.”

As they drove, Brian felt his chest tightening, his breath quickening, his mind racing. Tears started to slowly leak out of his eyes, but he kept his panic attack quiet. He didn’t want to bother the paramedics.

By the time they arrive it was somewhere around three or four in the morning. They wheeled him off the ambulance and immediately took him off the gurney.

”I don’t know why they always insist on the gurney.” Sasha commented. ”It’s so superfluous.”

They walked him in, and despite the increased security, it was like any other hospital. He got checked in. Blood taken, urine sample, changed into scrubs made of paper, shown his room (thankfully without a roommate), where he layed in bed in the dark unable to fall asleep and cried.

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Sky had been sleeping for quite some time and when she got up to go to the bathroom and drink some water. One thing about sleeping the whole afternoon, is that one finds it hard to sleep at night.
Sitting in her bed, the lights still on from when she took her trip to the bathroom, she wondered about the people from the building, were they really safe? Other then telling her that things were secure, no one really told her about the people. Maybe an oversight on their end or maybe they did not want to tell her for some reason. She shrugged off the thought for the time being.

Sky lifted the dome on the meal that had been left for her while she was asleep "Meatloaf, agg" she sighed as she picked up a fork and picked a small piece of it off and ate the now cold mystery meat. It wasn't as bad as the local hospitals food, but she missed her own mothers food. To be honest, she missed her family and her home alot. However, they did not visit her that much while she was stuck in the local hospital. Of course she didn't talk while she was in those places either, so not much of a point to visit, right?

Finishing the meatloaf, mashed potatoes and corn, she would leave the apple for later, she didn't touch the carton of milk because more then likey it was sour by now. She did take the glass of juice and along with that apple move it to the nightstand. Her meal mostly gone now she got up and instead of putting by the door like she usually did, she thought she bring it to the nurses station, stretch her legs.

As she was making her way to the nurses station, Sky found herself again getting lost in one of her visions and as such was not aware of her surrounds. As it were she had just turned her back and took a step backwards and crashed right into some!

That snapped her out of the vision pretty quick, the tray and the left over contents now lay in a mess on the floor. Sky turned to find another person, a male right there. She look at at him and told him she was sorry. A nurse asked her if she was ok and told her that they would have someone come clean the tray that was a mess on the floor.

On the way back to her room, she could hear sobbing from a room a couple doors down from her. She opened the door and ask the kid in there "Are you ok? Do you want me to get a nurse?" she asked him.

[Brian Harris]

His stomach hurt. His mind was buzzing with undefined anxieties. This was a mistake. He should’ve killed himself, he should’ve let himself bleed out. Why did he stop himself? God, he was an idiot, he was a goddamn idiot.

”You’re right, you are an idiot.” Dennis sneered. ”So much of an idiot that you don’t realize you could do it again. Right now.”

That stopped Brian’s line of thought in its tracks. He was right. He hadn’t really slit his wrist as much as mauled it open. He’d expanded the muscles in his hand and dug into his flesh with his jagged and uncut fingernails. What’s to stop him from doing it again?

”Who knows, you may actually be able to do it correctly this time.”

Tears still streaming down his face, he sat up in bed, back facing the door, staring at the bandage covering his wrist, then slowly started to peel it off when he was suddenly interrupted by a voice at the door. He quickly smoothed the bandage back over his wrist and wiped the tears from his face before turning around to face, to his surprise, another patient.

”Uh no, I...” He wiped the snot away from his nose and rubbed his eyes, trying to disguise the fact that he was crying to little success. ”I…” There was a long pause before he realized he had no idea what word was supposed to come next. He pressed his hand to his forehead. Oh god, not again, not now.

”You’re losing it again.”

”Brian can’t speaky.”

He cringed, both at Clara’s annoying diction and the fact that his speech was failing him again. He knew the words, they were on the tip of his brain, he just couldn’t find them. It happens from time to time. It must’ve been all the stress. ”Fine.” He finally settled on, ”I fine...I’m, I’m fine. He felt his face flush.

”You are embarrassed.”

“It’s just, words, I…” God damn it. “I can’t…” He paused for an uncomfortable few seconds, faced strained. “Speak good now...Can’t find…” He sighed in frustration. “This is...not usually.” He cringed again, knowing full well how stupid that sounded.

”You sound like a caveman.” Sasha scoffed.

He offered a meek smile towards the woman as a sort of apology.

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Oh no what was she thinking? Why did she open the door? Drat she had and go and poke her head into someone elses room and speak to him. Great, just great!
Sky stood there a little fearful looking into the guys room and seeing them turn to face her and his words were broken and slightly slurred.
Sky's innate nature to want to help others over rode those of her fears. Still in the door way she asked again if she could summon a nurse to help?

Taking a very small step towards him, she told him her name and that if he needed anything that she would try to help him.

Out of curiosity "Are you also one of those 'meta' beings?" Sky asked with a hint of fear to her voice.

No, no don't wait for a reply, she should leave. Sky had thought to herself but something kept her from moving from the spot.

[Brian Harris]

The woman clearly seemed uncomfortable, and this made Brian feel bad.

”Of course she’s uncomfortable, she’s sharing a room with a deranged murderer speaking like a disabled four year old.” He added with a bitter laugh, ”She’d be insane not to be.”

"No nurse."He said, "I'm...normal. This normal." He certainly didn't want to bother anyone with a little speech problem.

Sky. He liked that name.

”Sounds like a stripper name” Sasha scoffed.

”Does not.” Clara insisted, aghast. ”I think it’s a super pretty name, like...like the sky.”

Sasha and Dennis groaned in unison.

Brian shook his head, trying to ignore them. ”I’m...um…” He took an embarrassing few seconds the think of his own name. ”Brian!” He finally found. ”Brian.” He repeated, pointing to himself. God he sounded stupid. He should’ve just killed himself he really should’ve. He’d made a terrible mistake.

”You are alive.” Tect helpfully reminded him.

He was distracted from his spiral of negative thoughts by her question. Was he a meta being? First time he heard it phrased like that. ”Yes.” He answered. ”Um…" He tried to think of a way to say it, before simply expanding the muscles in his upper arm and pointing at it. ”Strong.” He said, grinning/cringing sheepishly before he shrunk it back down. ”Aren’t all in here… He paused again for an uncomfortable amount of time. ”Meta? All meta?” He asked. ”You?” He asked, slightly gesturing towards her. "Are you meta?" He asked, quite proud of himself for forming a full sentence.

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He would tell her 'no nurse' in a tone that reminder of herself when she did not want anyone near her. He went on to say it was normal, She thought that maybe the way he talked?

When she had asked about weather or not he was a meta, Brain had tried to explain she heard his yes and then saw him struggling for words before extending his arm and it grew in size before her eyes. At that point her eyes widened, she never had seen something like that in a human, any human other then on TV like the hulk.

He seemed to be asking her about this place and weather all were meta? Sky would glance up and down the hall before turning her attention back to him, she did not want to get into trouble visiting another patients room without permission. In a soft voice "Yes, I think so, from what I understand." Sky said as she watched him and he asked about weather she was one, in his own way of using words to speak.

It was then Sky herself became uncomfortable, she shifted her weight and leaned against the door jam. She never thought of herself as a meta, it was just something that the kind doctor told her she was. She had never addressed her self as a meta and being here with other meta's and doing what she could made her one, didn't it?

Sky simply nodded her head, it was her turn to be for loss for words.

She stood there as there was another long pause. "If your ok, then I guess I will go back to my room. I do not want to get us in trouble being here." Sky added "If you need me, I am just two doors down." She waited to make sure he was ok and slowly closed the door so it wouldn't make a sound. She made her way back to her room where she sat awake in bed, still unable to sleep, again.

Tag; Brian Harris

[Brian Harris]

Brian watched the woman leave, for some reason feeling rejected and crestfallen

”Good, now you can finish the job.”

He paused for a moment, then in one swift motion, he peeled off the bandage, revealing the myriad of stitches on his wrist. They itched. He grew his hand to its maximum size and hovered over the wound.

”Go on, do it you little bitch!

”Finish it.”

”You should not live."

”You think you deserve to live? No. You’re unstable, you’re a killer, you’re a pathetic little weakling that does nothing but take up space. You don’t deserve a place on this earth. Face it. Everyone would be better off without you.”

He growled, and raked his nails down his arm, digging deep into his flesh, but intentionally missing his wrist or anything vital. The pain felt good, gratifying. Like a release. A punishment he sorely needed.

”You missed, you little bitch!”

He sniffed, he’d starting crying again and he hadn’t even realized it. He was dangerous, not just to others, but to himself. He couldn’t be alone. Not now. But he didn’t want to go to one of the nurses. They might put him on one to one or in the Quiet Room or extend his stay on SP1, and as filthy as his clothes were, he’d really like them back. With nowhere else to go, he quickly and quietly made his way to the woman’s room. Two doors down, she’d said, yet every second he spent outside of his room felt like an oncoming panic attack.

Once he arrived, he quickly slid inside, breathing heavily. “S-sorry I...I...I alone. Can’t be alone. Not now, I…” At a loss for words, he showed her his arm, revealing the uncovered suicide attempt and his recent self harm. “Don’t tell.” He said sheepishly. “It...okay. Later, I’ll…” He wanted to tell her he’d get a nurse to bandage it up later, but couldn’t find the words, so just settled on. “Later...later.” He suddenly felt very self-conscious. “Is okay? Is this...okay? Me here? Sorry, I’m sorry I…” He felt his chest tighten, tears started slowly leaking out of his eyes. He curled up into a ball on the floor, feeling a panic attack coming on, Tect began repeating the words. ”Not okay not okay not okay not okay.” Over and over again like an alarm.

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After going back to her room from Brian's room. Sky Sat on her bed not being able to sleep, her back to the drawing that was still on her wall, that she hoped that the next day she would be able to cover with a fresh coat of paint. Her thoughts still on the vision of the building and those people that she hoped were safe. The flooding of her head with other visions still plagued her too. Sky was glad that the kind doctor was starting to help her.

Because Sky had a migraine starting she rubbed her temples and then someone had quickly come into her room, it was Brian! He looked down right scared as he stood there, his words stuttering that he could not be alone.

Sky gestured for him to come in and sit down on the bed. "It's ok, come on, sit down."
Reaching for one of the empty glasses she got up and went to the bathroom and filled up it up with cold water and then handed it to Brian. "This will help you calm down." Sky told him as she hopped back up on to the bed, her back to the infamous wall with that drawing on it.

Her blue eyes meeting his, she wanted to help him, her problem was how? Sky calmly said to him that he was ok here and asked him, how she could help him.


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[Brian Harris]

Brian slowly extended a hand, the one not attached to an arm covered blood and stitches and self-harm, and brought the water to his lips, shaking ferociously, the water sloshed back and forth in the cup.

”It’s poison.”

”Poison.” Sasha hissed.

”That water may or may not contain material detrimental to your health.”

Brian took a deep breath.

”Oh just drink it, silly goose.” Clara said. ”She’s being nice, it’s cute.”

Her brought the water up to his lips and took a small sip, which he considered a large victory. He sniffed, and wiped the snot away from his nose.

”What a fucking baby.” Dennis sneered. ”Always crying.”

Brian tried to hold back his tears in the presence of company, but was finding it difficult to do so during a panic attack. Was he okay? No, definitely not. Never is, never has been. Was there any way she could help? Well…”Make sure...I don’t...hurt...self.” He knew it was a tall order, but she offered, and it was really the only thing she could do, it’s the reason he came into her room in the first place.

Suddenly, he noticed something, past Sky. The window. Well, more accurately, what was outside the window. The stars. He stood up, shaking, and made his way over to the window. It was so clear tonight, much clearer than it was deeper in the city. He stared outside, mesmerized. He hadn’t seen a sky this clear since...well, since ever. ”Look,” he pointed outside. ”There’s Canis Major, Scutum, Lyra, Bootes…” He brought his face closer to the glass, a smile actually grew on his face. His favorite was out tonight. ”Apus.” He said. ”The bird of paradise, the bird without feet.” He felt his panic attack melting away, a great wave of calm came over him. He almost forgot about the woman in the room. He decided he should extend a social olive branch, a social grace. He decided to ask her the basic psychiatric ward questions, or at least try. “Why...here. Are you here...Why are you here?” He asked. “Is this...first time?...Your first time? In psych ward?...Not this,” he gestured to the room around them, indicating the building they were in. “...In general.”

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When Sky handed him the glass, she saw him shaking and how the water went all over the place as he tried to drink the water. She turned and went back into the bathroom getting a good amount of toilet papper from the roll on the wall. Sky would then hand it to Brain. "It's ok" she offered a reassuring word to him.

Brain with his broken words would say something about don't let hurt self? Did that mean he hurts himself? Whatever it was Sky again reassured him that he was safe with her. Sky did her best to keep hers eyes on him, not so much to watch him per sa' but to avoid looking at the wall with that vision, each time she glaced at it, a cold chill would go down her spine, making her shake uncontrollably.

Sky watched as he got up and went to the window and looked out with a childlike aww. He then started to point out the star clusters, to her they just looked like bright white dots. Something she noticed right away that his talking was crystal clear as he talked about the stars. "You like the stars, don't you? I can tell." Sky said with her reassuring voice.

The he started asking questions about the ward, a psych ward? Sky now was confused, she thought she was in a hospital for people called METAs, wasn't she one? Or was everything that happened the past two days some kind of dream? "Umm" Sky was at a loss for words. "Me? No this is not the first time, I thought this place was for METAs? I do not know, I can not even remember the date." Sky continued with a clear concern to her voice. "Honestly, now I don't know why I am here, is its a psych ward, must be because I see things." Her voice fell off as she quickly glanced at the wall and felt tears welling up in her eyes that she would quickly blot with the end of her top exposing her thin belly.

Sky sat down on the edge of the bed again, looking at the floor, wondering what happened to her just now, was this a dream or what she was experiencing real? Sky would have to talk to the kind doctor for sure, if he was truly real. Her still wet eyes meeting Brain's "I'm sorry." is all she said as she fell silent.

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[Brian Harris]

”Yes, I like the stars.” He said, staring outside. ”My...mother gave me a...globe. A celestial globe.” He smiled, remembering it fondly. ”I’ve memorized it all.”

He furrowed his brow, confused. ”I thought this was...metahuman psych ward. That’s what I...hm.” He frowned, it certainly seemed like it. ”You’re not a...noobie though, that’s good to know. I’ve been many times. I…” He paused for a second, trying to come up with a number, realizing he’s lost count long ago. ”Fifty?” He suggested jokingly before realizing it might not be a joke at all.

“You see things?” He looked at her, that familiar wave of comradery coming over him, a shared disease, a shared defect. ”I do too...sometimes. But mostly I…”

“Stop!”

“No!”

“Shut up!”

He shook them off. ”Hear things.” He finished. ”Voices. I have voices.”

“You’ve done it now.”

”Now she knows you’re a goddamn lunatic.”

He took a deep breath, and decided to go a step further, he wanted her to feel better. ”I have anxiety, depression…” He paused.

”Oooooooh”

”Schizophrenia.” A said a bit softer.

”You said the s-wooooooord.”

He looked at her, eyes wide in understanding. ”It’s okay, to have these things.” He wanted to reach out, pat her leg, but he was aware most hospitals had a strict no-touching rule. ”It’ll get better. I promise.”

Dennis let out a harsh, guttural laugh. ”Bullshit.” He said. ”Like anything’s ever gotten better for you.”

”Shut up.” He whispered before realizing he’d said it out loud. His face went red. ”I’m sorry, not you.” He told Sky.

He turned his head to see where she’d been looking. ”What’s that?” He asked, pointing to the drawing on the wall.

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Over the past two going on three days, the mix of emotions and physical and mental things she experienced in those hours was more then she had in her few years of life. However this new life and its roller coaster learning curve kept Sky unsure of herself and uneasy, though when the kind doctor was with her, her fears were lessened by his reassuring voice.

Now he was Brian who also seemed unsure of himself and his broken words at time were hard for Sky to understand. Brian said something about seeing things? What kind of things does he see? Was he like her? or would she end up like him? Even with the fear clinging at Sky, she felt compelled to try to help him? He said he heard voices too. What type of voices? was it like what Sky heard when she touched others?

He said something about Schizophrenia, something she had heard in her prior hospitalizations, she had been prescribed meds for such an aliment and talk about being like the walking dead.
Brian said to her he would get better, promised and knowing the kind doctors help with her, she hoped it would be for Brian also.

He startled Sky when he let out a 'shut up' and then had quickly apologized to her then pointed to the drawing on the wall. Sky didn't turn to look at the wall, she didn't want to look at it again, it became to painful for her to keep looking at it. "One of my visions, I did it while I was sleeping"

Then wanting to take the attention off the wall she turned to face Brian better. With a thought she asked softly if she could touch his hand for a moment? She held out hers and assured him it wouldn't hurt. She watched as he would slowly put his into hers. The moment his hit hers, she could hear a number of voices, confused and concerned she quickly pulled her hand from his. Looking at him "There are a number of voices in you, isn't there?" Sky didn't know how that was even possible.

[Brian Harris]

Visions? That didn’t sound like a crazy thing, that sounded like a power. And she wasn’t acting particularly psychotic, not enough for her visions to be a delusion. And she said she did it while she was sleeping, definitely not psychotic. She was here, she said she was a metahuman, maybe that was her power. He was distracted from his line of thought when she asked to take his hand. He accepted. He felt a wave of shame and embarrassment when she suddenly pulled away, like he was covered in spines. ”Yeah, they’re...not very nice.” He sheepishly replied to her comment about his voices.

”Hey!”

”Well, Clara’s alright I guess, and Tect can be...okay. The rest not so much. There’s only four though, I’ve known people with up to fifteen or twenty or…" His blood turned cold. Something suddenly occurred to him. “Can you read my mind?” He asked, shaken. Did she see? She must have. No.

”Oh she knows.” Dennis hissed. ”She’s just hiding her disgust.”

”She has definitely been made aware.” Sasha informed. ”You’re terrible at hiding things.”

”She has read your mind.”

He quickly backed away from her. ”Did you see!? Did you-” No, he was making himself to obvious. He felt his chest start to tighten, his eyes start to sting. He looked outside, focusing on the stars and only the stars. He named each and every one separately until his breathing started to slow along with his thoughts. He tried to slow everything down as he asked, "What did you do? What did you see?” But he couldn’t stop his voice from shaking.

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Sky thought she could do some good, try anyway. She did not understand any of her power yet, she knew about them and somewhat of what she could do with them, but this realm was still new and she needed to learn more about them, control. Control is what she wished the most from anything.

She had only touched Brain but a moment and she heard the many voices within his head. She didn't mean to pull away like she had done but it was done and she couldn't take that back other then say an honest "I'm sorry." It was the first time she had heard multiple voices within one head before, it confused her until Brian started to explain about his voices within his head.

Sky listened with intent even though she was still startled by the experience and didn't know how she could explain it to him. Brian then would start asking her what she saw? "What I saw?" there was a clear look of confusion on her face.

Brian would go on to almost demand from her of what she saw. Sky took a step back, fearful that he might do something to her. "I told you" Sky with fear in her voice "I heard many voices within your head, I did not see anything, I don't think I could?" Sky was unsure of the extent of her telepathy and what she could do, all she knew was that she could hear other peoples thoughts when she touched them. Her only control of her telepathic abilities was simply to avoid touching others. Her precognitive visions, always there, unable to shut them out of her head even though she could still function and think independent of those visions. There was no control currently of those other then trying to with the help of the kind doctor to save lives of those in a building she saw blow up. How? She still didn't know.

Sky tried to explain "From what I know the only visions I see are that of the future, I did not see anything when I touched you if that is what you are referring to, I only heard those voices." Sky was tense almost to the point of holding her breath.

[Brian Harris]

”LIAR!” Dennis called, ”LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FUCKING FIRE! She knows exactly what you’ve done!”

”She knows just how disgusting you are.”

He stood, fists clenched, shaking, the muscles in his arms slowly starting to grow. ”You know! I know you know! I-”

”You’re scaring her.” Clara mentioned, voice unusually quiet.

He paused, his eyes looking past the fear and paranoia to see a scared young woman, a young woman scared by him. He felt a wave of guilt overtake him. His muscles shrunk back down to normal size. He slowly sunk to the ground, still shaking, trying to parse the words she’d said to him. She didn’t know. All she heard was the voices. That’s all she knew. That he had voices. That’s all she knew. She doesn’t know what he’d done. She doesn’t know. He repeated it to himself in his head until it stuck. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know.

”Yes she does!” Dennis sang.

”Shut up.” Brian barked, much more harshly this time. He sat, curled up in a ball on the floor, trying to convince himself that she hasn’t looked into the very depths of his mind and that he murdered two people in cold blood and-

”She does not know.” Tect intercepted.

That gave him pause. It set his mind to the path he wanted it to go. She doesn’t know. He took a deep breath and looked up at Sky. ”I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Don’t be scared of me. I get paranoid, that’s all, it’s just the…” He tapped the side of his head. ”Please don’t be scared of me.”

”She should be.”

”Just...don’t touch me again.” He added. ”Please."