half-assed punched me.
“How are you doing this?” I asked suspiciously.
“Doing what?” Now Donavon was the one confused.
“This,” I
tapped my temple to indicate the mental communication.
“I’m not. You are.” When I just gaped by way of response, Donavon
continued. “The creation drugs you were
injected with have Talia’s talent signature in them. Until they
wear off, if they wear off, you will have all the same capabilities
that she does. They have also given you viewing Talents. The
Director thinks he will be able to use you to view
Talia.”
Donavon’s admission shouldn’t have
surprised me, not after hearing Crane say the same. But Donavon’s
words confirmed that my visions weren’t hallucinations, Talia was
with Ian Crane, Penny was alive, and the Coalition was coming to
rescue me.
“The Director says you are either
an extremely proficient blocker or your brain is fried from all the
chemicals. I have a feeling I know which. Don’t let Talia down, and
keep it up.”
With those parting threats,
Donavon reached into his suit pocked, withdrew a wadded up napkin,
tossed it on to the mattress beside me, and headed for the door. I
waited until the locks clicked into place before opening the
napkin. Inside were a handful of cheese cubes and dried
fruit.
“Hey, jackass, couldn’t have
brought me a key or a weapon?” I sent,
unsure how far he’d gotten and whether he would be able to hear
me.
Several seconds later, he
replied. “Wouldn’t do you any good. You
wouldn’t make it to the end of the hallway in your condition. I’m
sorry, Erik,” he added after a
pause.
Words I never thought I’d hear
from Donavon McDonough, they made me smile. His apology meant
nothing to me, but his visit gave me hope. The visions of Talia
were real, and in two days she was coming for me. All I had to do
was hold on to my sanity for a little longer. Donavon had said not
to think about her when I was with Dr. Wythe. Fine, I could do
that. But as long as I was alone, I couldn’t resist the urge to see
her again. Particularly now that I knew the visions were
real.
I lied down, closed my eyes, and
went to her. This time it was easy to find her. Talia was curled up
on a twin-sized bed, hair splayed across the pillow, and she was
asleep. I should have slept, too. But I didn’t, I watched her
instead.
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