She started to answer him, but then another wave of the seizure hit her, bowing her spine, and all she could do was clutch at the covers and try not to cry. It wasn’t exactly pain, although it made her ache like after a workout, so much as it was the lack of control that hurt. Helios jumped onto the bed and licked her hand, bathing the fingers assiduously, and she managed a tremulous smile. “Good boy,” she whispered, through gritted teeth. “That’s right.” The roughness of his kitty tongue gave her something else to focus on, something that didn’t simply feed back in.
Finally it began to let her go, leaving only intermittent jitters in her arms and legs, and she leaned back against the pillows and sighed, eyes closed. “Sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t want you to see that.”
Isaac had reached out to squeeze her shoulder before suddenly she was thrashing and contorting unnaturally, and it was all he could do to gaze at her with pure horror, eyes filling with tears of fear. “S-Summer?” He stammered out hoarsely, too afraid to touch her in case he exacerbated the effects, but aching not to be able to help.
As she looked over at him, he gazed at her with wide, terrified eyes and shook his head in incomprehension, a twisted frown on his face. “What just happened? And don’t you dare say it wasn’t anything!”
“It has to do with what I am,” she murmured. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting the sensory input. It was so hard to put shields up after an overflow attack, but it was just him. Just Isaac. That would be okay, right? Still quiet, voice wobbling slightly, she said, “I’m an empath.”