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

eyes but she still couldn’t see him clearly. “I can’t see you very well,” she muttered.
    Instead of a shocked exclamation, a warm hand landed on her shoulder, grounding her. Instantly, her vision cleared. He stood in front of her, a worried look on his face.
    She smiled. “Thanks, now I can see you.”
    “I didn’t do anything, but you’re welcome.” His smile gentled, but his gaze narrowed as he studied her features. She could feel the power of his concern. It was…disconcerting.
    Feeling stronger, she took a step forward. With a mental shake, she reached up and rubbed her temple. “I wish I woke feeling like I’d had some rest. Instead, every time I wake up I feel frazzled, frayed at the edges. Terrible feeling,” she muttered. She should go to the washroom, wash her face, maybe it would wake her up, but she didn’t want to move.
    Dean stepped back, letting his hand fall away and as if a connection had broken she suddenly felt worse. Weird. She felt better touching him. Still, she could hardly hold his hand all the time. Besides, she was better than before she’d collapsed. She excused herself and went to the washroom. She didn’t want to look into the mirror, but she knew she had to. She felt so disconnected from everyone, everything. She hadn’t even asked for an update on Simone. God, what was wrong with her?
    She used the facilities, gave her face a good scrub, tried to run her fingers through her hair. Thankfully there was mouthwash in a cupboard. Stefan had brought her meager belongings from the hospital, but apparently toiletries had not been among them. Still, she was grateful to have her purse back.
    Finally, she pushed open the door and walked out to the living room and to the men who waited for her. She heard Dean say something to her but where he stood was only a blur of energy. Turning toward the sound of Stefan’s voice, she realized he was no longer as clear as he’d been either.
    She whispered, hating the fear snaking through her, “There’s something wrong with me.”
    Then she fell to her knees.
    The men rushed to her side.
    But not in time.
    She toppled face forward to the floor.
    *
    “Damn it. What’s wrong with her?” Dean asked after moving her to the couch. Stefan and Dr. Manson checked her over while he watched.
    “We don’t know,” Stefan said. “I wish she’d given us some of her symptoms before collapsing.”
    “There’s something going on between Dean and her,” the doctor said quietly.
    Stefan nodded. “I saw that.”
    “Saw what?” Dean cried out in frustration. “What are you talking about?”
    “When you placed your hand on her shoulder, her energy strengthened as if you were stabilizing whatever was off with her system.”
    “I didn’t do anything but try to offer my support,” Dean said. “Who’d have thought something like this was possible?”
    “We didn’t. And we’ve seen some crazy things.” The doctor turned to Stefan. “Your call.”
    He nodded. “We need to take her in.”
    “She doesn’t want to go anywhere,” Dean protested. He didn’t know how he felt about any of this, but he knew she didn’t want to go to a hospital. And given her delicate condition, he couldn’t imagine a hospital helping her.
    “She can’t stay here,” Stefan said gently.
    “If we move her, she’ll feel betrayed.” And damn if it didn’t feel like he was the one doing the betraying.
    “She is hurt, sick. She needs help and before we can do that we have to know what’s wrong,” the doctor said. “Therefore I have to run some tests.”
    “Do them here.” Dean hated that he was starting to sound belligerent but, damn it, someone needed to speak up for her. She couldn’t so it was up to him. And that made him feel like a fool. Again. She’d made him feel that way from the first meeting, but now he was doing it all by himself.
    “We can’t. I’m afraid first and foremost that during her attack she was given something that is disrupting her