She didn’t remember much clearly. Just a huge amount of pain, doubling her over, and heat, and then blackness. Wavering to the surface of consciousness, she blinked, slowly. Her eyelids felt heavy. Everything felt heavy, and muffled. She was lying down, somewhere warm; something was sticking in her arm. She tried to reach out with her empathy —— and yelped in shock and pain. It hurt. It hurt so very badly, and she tried to put a hand to her head, where it hurt, but her body wasn’t responding well. She groaned, instead, and tears came to her eyes.
The Mesmer frowned in concern as he heard Summer start to wake up, clearly in pain as she tried to move. The sight of tears made it even worse. Sighing heavily, he moved closer to the couch to put a hand gently on her shoulder. “‘Ey, it’s alright. The medicine should ‘elp soon,” he soothed in a quiet voice. “You’re okay, Summer…” His words didn’t mean much to himself, but he was trying to comfort her as best he could. That was really all he could do, now that he thought about it.
“V-vex?” The familiar, sharply-accented voice helped; if Vex was with her then she couldn’t be in danger. Summer forced her eyes open: home. She was home, on her own couch, with Vex bending over her and looking uncharacteristically concerned. “I can’t … my powers … ” she whispered. “What happened?”