Flu Event: Again... - Sloane Open Tag

She couldn't have closed her eyes for more than five minutes before she realised that she wasn't alone on the bench. Opting not to care too much - or rather not having any energy to give a care, Sloane's body slumped backwards, her head lolling down to her chest as she breathed through her mouth. The scarf she had on was pulled up to cover her face.

She should just go home. Home had a bed, blankets and warm. But she couldn't be too damned to even move, let alone operate her legs for long distances. In addition to that, her butt might have been iced down to the bench by then.

Feeling a sneeze coming on, her body involuntarily jerked forward, sending her into a tizzy. Her whole body shook as she yanked the scarf off her face, trying to breathe properly. "Holy christ." She swore under her gasping breath. Her head started to spin and Sloane could have sworn she heard a voice in her head. It wasn't hers.

She chalked it up to a passerby talking out loud until it happened again. This time, it was a bit more intimate. And by intimate, Sloane thought it was downright perverse. Not something you would say out loud. Slowly, she looked up and scanned the crowd to see who was nearby who could have said something so ick-inducing.

Turning to her left, she groaned to find someone familiar. "Dr. Neville?" She rasped. She was never sent to his office in her time at Hammel but the sex talks had been infamous. His reputation preceded him and truth be told, the fact that he was a telepath freaked. her. out.

Realisation slowly dawned on her as she pieced things together to come to the conclusion that she had somehow gotten the very power that freaked her out. "Holy shit..." she rasped out, winded. She wanted to move, to get somebody else's powers but she was far too weak to do anything but curse colourfully in front of the distinguished psychiatrist.

Once she had her fill, Sloane tried to take deep calming breaths. "Well, thank you Dr. Neville. I now know-" she was cut short by a passing comment made by a rather greasy teenager. She turned to glare at him, making the youngster sprint off, not knowing he had just been caught thinking inappropriate thoughts.

"I now know what teenage boys now want..." completely unrelated though, Sloane felt bile rise in her chest. "Being sick sucks." She pulled her legs up on to the bench and curled into a ball, trying hard to filter through the thoughts. Since the level of control for this particular power was pretty damn high, Sloane could parse through it well. But in her state, way too many thoughts came at her all at once, making her nausea much worse.

She couldn't even appreciate the kind smile that was offered to her despite her brash greeting as she tended to her slushed up brain. Being sick and being meta just did not a good Sloane make. Everything felt horrible and there was no reverse button. If she had been back at Hammel, they would have given her a specific antibody that could at the very least set her powers back so she could be sick without having the extra burden of her power running amuck and giving her any Tom Dick and Harry's power.

Sloane supposed she was lucky she got Dr. Neville's ability level though. She could have gotten a thirteen year old psychometric's power and just gone mad.

She realised Dr. Neville was talking when the words sounded just far too loud in her head. Walls. That sounded like a good idea. She manipulated the shields in her mind, that she could not have done before, and suddenly, everything went quiet again. She sighed in relief and looked at the doctor with a sheepish grin when he offered to bring her home.

"That sounds good. But...I don't wanna put you out. I mean...I was gonna go home when I felt more up to it. I just saw a bench and went, Oh sits." She rambled and shook her head. "I don't know if a regular doctor would do me any good. But I do need he-ahchoo!" Sloane sniffled into her scarf and sighed.

"You don't happen to have any power suppressors in your contact book do you? That could help me some..."

The doctor's insistent offer was met with a sigh. Sloane could tell that there was nothing insincere about Sean, which was probably why she felt so...stupid being angry at him for wanting to help.

It was also probably due to her stubbornness, thinking that she was fine, what were you talking about? So she kept quiet and shrugged, hoping the doctor would get the hint.

On the other hand, she could very well just telepathically tell him no. She could. But just as soon as the idea occurred to her, a rather a huge burst of snot threatened to split her head in two. A rather colourful array of words left her lips, ones a woman should probably never utter in her lifetime.

She waved a dismissive hand at Sean when he revealed that there wasn't anyone he could call. Sloane curled tighter into a ball as words spilled into her head that weren't her own. The wall was beginning to thin, which probably wasn't her own fault or defenses since she knew the control she had over it was flawless, much like Sean's. Her powers were just being wonky because of her sickness. Which only reinforced the need for her to leave the park.

It would do her good to be somewhere she wouldn't have to actively shut her mind off of everything.

Grumbling something incoherent, she turned to look at Sean. "I'll take you up on that offer. You sure I'm not keeping you from anything?"

It was severely tiring holding up the mental shield to keep the voices out so Sloane let it go, wincing at the voices suddenly in her head again. She could not get used to this. She needed to find a power suppressor or something because there was no way she wanted to hear another hormonal teenage boy talk about her assets in the most lewd manner.

"That's really kind of you, doc. Really appreciate it." She nodded, though that was a huge mistake because the movement just made her headache spike through painfully. "Ow." She moaned miserably.

Hearing her options, Sloane raised a hand and shook it to indicate she was okay to walk. "Don't trouble yourself more than I already am." She said as she unfolded her legs and tried to stand up. She managed a few steps but wobbled a bit after. "I'm fine. Lead the way."

She waited for him to start walking. "You're not at school today..." Sloane looked at the doctor in question.

Had she been herself and healthy, ass whooping would have commenced a long while ago. Really, lucky them for not getting her full blown wrath. "Telepaths aren't like...mind-controllers are they," Sloane mused, her glare directed at a particularly lewd commentator of her rear.

Regaining her balance, she slowly followed the older meta to his vehicle. She ignored the throbbing in her head and waved a dismissive hand at his concern. "I'm fine I'm fine." She hoarsely responded, clearing her throat from an impending coughing fit.

Sean's explanation of why he wasn't at school was met with a nod and for a moment, she kept to the silence. After awhile, she turned to the doctor. "You're done with your errands?"