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

this was electrical impulses then there was something definitely wrong. Stefan’s doctor might be the best person for her to see. He doubted she’d agree.
    Just then her head reappeared and seemed to stabilize. He walked a few steps forward, thinking maybe she just needed rest, before he realized only the back of her head had reappeared.
    Her face was blank.
    Like a jagged line cutting off the back of her head, he could see where her face should be and the rest…was more or less, gone.
    This was too much.
    He reached for his phone – again.

Chapter 11

    S he was so tired.
    Like in the old days when she’d been running forever with no end in sight. Not tiredness after a long workout knowing you’d done something good for yourself, that you’d recover and do well in an hour or two. This was long-term exhaustion that came from being in a stressful situation for way too long and knowing it didn’t matter what you did, it wasn’t going to change any time soon.
    She was at the end of her rope.
    Which made no sense.
    She’d been sleeping for six weeks. What was the problem? Why hadn’t her system recovered? It needed to. She couldn’t keep doing this. She needed to get away. Having no strength, and all her energy going to heal her damaged system meant she couldn’t run. She was as weak as a newborn kitten.
    Look at her. She’d fallen asleep at the kitchen table. Even now, lying in the same position for so long, her body hurt. Her toes ached. She’d been so hungry she’d inhaled the food and now her stomach wanted to revolt. Lord, she was a mess. Somehow though she’d landed at a place where someone appeared to not only hear her but see her – at least enough to know where she was. And he wasn’t freaked out by her fatigue and disappearing act.
    Maybe that was a macho male front instead.
    With her head still resting on her arms, she tried to assess the damage to her system. The shock over Simone added more stress. In the background she could hear sounds somewhere else.
    Voices. A conversation.
    She wanted to listen.
    But the words weren’t making sense, it was like the sentences were backwards. She gave her head a shake and tried again. Now the voices stopped talking. She sat up and pushed her hair back off her face and stared bleary-eyed around her. She was alone in the kitchen. Dean’s kitchen. Reassured that she recognized the place but unnerved at the jumble of words in her head, she pushed her chair back and stood up.
    Instantly the room swayed around her. Jesus. She grabbed for the edge of the table and hung on until her world stopped spinning.
    What the hell was wrong with her? She stuffed the fear that something major was going on back down deep inside.
    She was just tired, just needed time to rest. That was all.
    Bravely she took one step. Then another. Okay, that was better. A few more and she was almost confident all was well again. The living room was through the wide doorway in front of her. She managed a couple more steps and saw the couch. She made her way over to it and collapsed down. Maybe a nap. If she could just sleep a little longer she’d be fine.
    Surely…
    And she closed her eyes.
    And dropped back under.
    *
    “See what I mean?” Dean felt vindicated. Stefan and Dr. Manson, a friend of Stefan’s, had arrived right after Dean had called. They’d been watching Tia sleep, their conversation low and modulated so as not to wake her.
    She’d woken anyway.
    But it was the way she’d woken, obviously dizzy, moving in and out of visibility in a way that had the air crackling with electricity but more than that…she hadn’t seen them. And they’d been standing right in front of her.
    Like what the hell?
    Now she was asleep again.
    “I’d like to have her back at the hospital,” Dr. Manson said.
    “Ha,” Dean said. “Good luck with that. If she doesn’t want to stay you know she’s just going to walk out.”
    “She might, but we have a few ways to keep her in,” Stefan said