Free Psychic Visions 08-Now You See Her... by Dale Mayer Page B

on the look of the energy beside it. It’s a cloaking method she developed to hide. She could do it somewhat before her attack, but now it seems like she’s beyond capable.”
    “I don’t know about capable because she’s not in control. In the middle of her nightmares her body was in and out of whatever state this is.”
    “Interesting. She hasn’t had enough time since waking from that coma to assimilate the changes to her system. The attack was horrific but only on an energy level. So it needed time to recharge. A six week rest like that meant her system was busy doing something. Healing in some areas. It could take her a week or two to incorporate the changes and possibly months to understand how they affect her abilities. It could even take much longer for new abilities to show up.”
    Dean couldn’t imagine. “You were going to help her before, can you help her now?”
    “If she’ll let me.”
    “Hmmm.” He didn’t know what to say to that. “Do you want to come over here? Or meet us somewhere?”
    “She needs to see a doctor. Her system is shorting out.”
    “There’s a doctor for this?” He’d never heard of such a thing.
    “Yes. A couple. One in town. I’ll have to contact him.”
    “Okay, get back to me as soon as you can.”
    “Will do.”
    He hung up and turned to pour a cup of coffee. And stiffened. Slowly he turned around to see an empty room. But…not an empty room.
    Casually he poured a second cup and set it down on the table. “Here’s one for you, Tia.”
    He felt the nervous start, the anger. “No, I don’t really see you. I hear you somewhat. I see something off from the corner of my eye. But I can’t see you.” He placed the coffee on the table. And faced her directly. “It’s more sensing you.”
    A chair was pulled back by an invisible hand, and suddenly she sat down fully visible.
    He breathed a sigh of relief.
    “There, that should be easier on you.”
    She shot him a dirty look and tugged the coffee toward her.
    He grinned. “I gather you need caffeine to start your day.”
    That earned him a second dirty look, but so far she hadn’t said a word. That worked for him. He busied himself making a large omelet for breakfast and, without asking, split it in two and delivered hers on a plate with the cutlery to go with it. “Add that to the caffeine for your stomach to have something to work with.”
    “I have no caffeine,” she muttered, tugging the plate closer.
    He laughed and retrieved the coffee pot. He filled both cups again then sat down across from her. She was eating like she hadn’t had a decent meal in weeks. He stopped his fork halfway to his mouth. She hadn’t eaten in weeks. And that would account for the wan skeletal look to her. She really did need fattening up.
    They ate in silence. He wanted her to finish before he brought up Stefan and a doctor. He suspected both wouldn’t go down well.
    When she was done, she pushed her plate back and tugged the coffee closer. Slouching down she sighed and closed her eyes. “Thank you, I enjoyed that.”
    “You’re welcome.” He got up and retrieved the dirty dishes, rinsing then adding them to the dishwasher. “Do you need more coffee?”
    No answer. He turned to find her head resting on her arms on top of the table. She was sound asleep. Again.
    No wonder. She’d been through a lot and her body was on overload. Did he leave her there to sleep this off? Which could be hours yet. Or did he take her back upstairs?
    Undecided he stood and watched her for a long moment.
    And damn if her body parts didn’t start to flick off and on again. One minute he could see her forearms and shoulders, the next they were gone and her head appeared to be resting in mid air. Then the arms and shoulders reappeared and her head disappeared.
    He jumped back. That just looked…wrong.
    Thankfully her head reappeared quickly.
    Shorting out, Stefan had said. Yes, that made sense. He didn’t understand it but could see that if