“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?”Vex let out a sigh of displeasure as he told her, “Yes, it’s me… I don’t know what ‘appened, Summer. I found you out in the alley..you were barely breathing.” He paused for a moment before adding, “A doctor I know came ‘ere, took care of you; there’s an IV in your arm, so try not to bump it.” He started to pace next to the couch as he sipped at his coffee, not even really tasting it.
“Huh? — Oh.” Slowly, Summer touched the IV line, then pushed herself up against the back of the couch. “Thank you.” She pressed her fingertips to her forehead, as if she could touch the pain and draw it away somehow. “What’s wrong? I’m not bleeding anywhere, so it can’t be me … Vex.”