Stiles slammed his laptop shut as he walked over to the widow, cracking it so he could speak to Summer. “H-hey… Uh… Whatcha doing?”
“A new brain.” Her foot twitched, and she lifted her head and glared at it. “I am about to have a convulsion,” she said precisely. “I will be coherent throughout the whole thing, so if you could just be distracting, that would be nice.” A muscle in her leg jumped. She tried not to tense up in anticipation. “Maybe you can explain why you know what an empath is.”
“A convulsion? Like a full on seizure? Or just muscles? Do I need to call an ambulance?” He asked, looking down to Summer’s leg. “I can’t explain everything. Not my secrets to tell. But I read a lot. I knew this kind of stuff was possible.”
“Don’t call an ambulance!” Summer said hastily. “There’s nothing ‘just’ about it. You let me know how you like it when every muscle in your body seizes up.” The last half of the sentence was increasingly bitten off as more muscles clenched. One in her lower back spasmed and she arched, gasping. Tears started in her eyes.