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Wrong way, wrong way, I directed the strange force, further! But it wouldn’t budge. It just stayed put, butting into this annoying wall over and over. Maybe telepathy only has a certain distance it can travel, I rationalised with myself.

I had literally only found out about this extra mutation a few hours ago, so of course I’d need to learn the ropes. But I needed to learn the ropes as soon as possible because my gut told me that The Head would not react well at all if she discovered my conspiring.

So I pressed again; my whole head throbbed with the amount of force I was putting behind the mental pushes and I gritted my teeth. She wanted me to learn how to use the powers? Then I’d learn how to use the powers.

“Karin!” Rowan yelped, I heard the screeching of his chair moving back and my eyes snapped open in surprise. “Nurse!” He yelled, “Nurse!”

“Rowan, shut up!” I shouted at him, “what’s wrong with you!” I sat up, turning my head so I could frown at my clearly distressed friend.

“You’re bleeding, again, sit back down… come on,” he pushed against my shoulders gently, forcing me back onto the mattress.

“Seriously?” I grumbled, and then paused. “It doesn’t hurt this time, though.”

“Good,” he said quietly, stroking my hair back from my forehead. I was dimly aware of a stinging in the back of my eyes but I put it down to the fact I was staring, unblinkingly at Rowan’s face.

“What is…it…” Nurse’s voice trailed off when she saw me and a deep frown creased a line between her brows, and she bustled over to the bed. “Are you in pain?”

“My eyes burn a little.” I admitted.

“Rowan, go get a cold flannel.”

“Okay,” Rowan nodded, then sprinted off towards the ward’s bathroom.

Nurse tilted my chin up with her hands and stared hard at my face, “I think you need a shower later, Karin.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re bleeding.” She gave me an exasperated look, shaking her head. A few moments later, Rowan returned with an icy cold cloth and handed it to Nurse; who proceeded to wipe at my eyes with it.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I stammered, “are my eyes bleeding? Oh, my God! My eyes are bleeding!” Panic hit me like a ten tonne boulder and my stomach tightened in horror, “will I go blind?”

“Calm down, Karin. It’s just the emergence of your telepathy.” Nurse explain, but she didn’t sound entirely convinced herself.

I looked over at Rowan, who was shifting from one foot to the other restlessly. He met my eyes briefly, winced slightly, and then looked away. Nurse carried on pressing the cold flannel to my stinging eyes while I just huffed out huge, exasperated sighs. Okay. I don’t think I’ll be trying that again for a while.

“Do you think I’ll bleed again?” I asked, once my eyes had stopped doing just that.

“I don’t know.” Nurse said, “it’s like I said, we’ve never had a child who has been in this much pain. You’re also one of the oldest teenagers here to have their powers develop. This usually happens when children are about twelve or thirteen. That might be playing a large part in the bleeding and the pain.”

“Oh. Right.” I said, surprised. I tried to wrack my brains to find a memory which could allude to my extras emerging when I was that young, but I failed. “Twelve, though… That’s so young.”

Nurse shrugged and spread her palms wide, the universal gesture for ‘it can’t be helped’.

“Look, I know you don’t want to, but I have no choice but to keep you here for tonight, maybe even tomorrow, too.” She told me, getting up off of the side of my bed.

I groaned and flopped back, throwing an arm over my face. “This sucks.”

“Yes, it does. But it’ll be over soon. Just bear with it for a little while longer.” And with that, she strode back off towards her office, shutting the door quietly behind her. I looked up at Rowan and pulled a face to express my distaste.

“You can go back to class, you know. I don’t mind.”

“If I’m not here, who’s gonna see when your face is gushing blood again. Certainly not her! She’s locked in the office!” Rowan scoffed. “No. I’m staying.”

“I’m only happy to let you stay if you stop being such a moody bugger!” I exclaimed, raising my brows at him.

“I’m not being moody,” he sulked, sitting himself back down on the chair next to my bed.

“Sure.” I rolled my eyes, grinning.

“I’m just worried.”

“You don’t need to be.”

“Hey, hey, it’s not every day your best friend’s eyes start pumping out blood! I have good reason to be freaking out!” Rowan retorted.

“They weren’t pumping out blood! Stop being such a drama queen.”

Rowan broke his poker-face and grinned back at me, shaking his head. He relaxed back into his chair and muttered, “go to sleep.”

The End

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