“The world is going to end in three days.”
Summer dropped to her knees beside the boy, catching at his shoulders. “Hey, hey. Look at me. Breathe, come on. Look at me. It’s okay.” Gently, she eased his terror just a little, enough that he was no longer about to panic.
Isaac took a deep breath and looked into her eyes as he felt some of his stress fade away. “I’m going insane…I-I have voices in my head…” he mumbled, trying to ignore them as they shouted at him in his mind.
Soothingly, she said, “No, you aren’t insane. It’s okay. Just talk to me.” Summer pulled his head into her lap, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his temple, and brushed him with her empathy again, hoping she can figure out what is causing him so much trouble. There didn’t seem to be anyone else in his head. Perhaps he was a telepath?