Free Shattered: A Psychic Visions Novel by Dale Mayer

find out. And have her eyes opened at the same time.
    Don’t push her, Stefan said in Trevor’s head. There is a lot going on inside her head she needs to deal with. It must happen in its own time.
    I remember, Trevor insisted. Still, she doesn’t understand the trouble she’s in yet.
    On some level she already does, Stefan said. But there’s a lot of blocks in there. Releasing too many too fast will cause her brain damage.
    Right  – slow and steady.
    You took on a lot, Stefan said. Are you sure you’re okay with this?
    Trevor shot him a hooded gaze. It’s a little too late for second thoughts. She’s hurt and in deep trouble. We’re in a unique position to help. How can any of us not help?
    On that note, the doctor walked in and the men stepped out.

Chapter 9

    T he doctor stood in front of her bed checking on his tablet. While he did his thing, Hannah’s thoughts returned to Stefan and Trevor. What had she missed? There’d been something in the air, like a static buzzing going on around her head. She studied the almost empty room. Now that they’d left, the buzz had stopped. So damn weird. Then there was nothing normal about her world anymore. She was married for God’s sake. And to a stranger. How the hell had she gone from waking up on the highway lost and alone and injured to being married the next day? Talk about not being able to assess threats.
    If she believed in fate, she’d have said that fate had taken a hand in her future. She’d woken up lost and alone and injured many times before, and it had never stepped in to help. What had changed this time?
    A part of her worried she’d end up locked in a prison cell of some madman’s basement. Except then there was the sense of wellbeing she encountered whenever she was with Trevor. And that made her question her own mental state even more.
    After seeing specialist after specialist throughout her life, she wondered at the cosmic joke that had her now married to a psychologist. Or was he a psychiatrist? Was there a difference?
    Not right now. He was her husband. Her life was entwined with his – for better or for worse.
    The doctor smiled at her. “I’m a little late today. Sorry about that. Let’s take a look.”
    She murmured a polite response while he poked and prodded her head. It had been fine a little while ago but was back to booming. Not because of him, but more likely because of Will. That the man had left didn’t mean he was gone. He’d been a threat held over her since forever.
    She could only hope her lawyer had put things into place that would give them an edge.
    Then again her father’s lawyers were hardly honorable players.
    And if there was something slightly less honorable they could do to nail the job down, they’d do it.
    “Your head will be sore for a while. Be sure to fill the prescription I gave your husband. No need to suffer while your body heals. And go see your doctor in a week or so to take the stitches out.” He moved around the front of her and flashed his little light into her eyes. The bloody one closed immediately. “Don’t leave it too late or the stitches will grow over. The eye is healing but slowly and will be sensitive to light for a while. Minimize the computer work and generally just listen to your body. It will always tell you when you’re doing too much.”
    Then he had her lie down so he could check her ribs and collarbone. That latter surprised her. She hadn’t even realized that part of her body had been injured until he checked it. Then shards of pain had her gasping.
    “That’s going to take a little longer than the head wound. No heavy lifting. Bed rest is what you need right now.”
    She stared up at him mutely. There was no way in hell she’d have been able to run off on her own with these injuries. What would she have done without Trevor’s help?
    He removed the bandage on her leg and muttered to himself. “This is not looking very good. I do wish you were staying here