Since emotions played such an important role in our powers, we tended to be more sensitive to the outpouring from others. With the multitude of pain and fear, hope and relief, hospitals were like a psychic fire hose of emotions. The extremely powerful of my kind avoided them altogether, opting instead for smaller, boutique clinics or on-site family Healers like the Shifters employed. Even with my hamstrung powers, I wasn’t much a fan myself. Of course, that was mostly because I spent far more time in them than the average person should. Heck, considering the amount of time I’d spent getting patched up recently, I was thinking about having my mail re-routed. But as much as I would have preferred to be anywhere else, concern for my friend brought me back to Wellington Memorial. Thankfully, Councilman Monroe was more than understanding when I’d bolted from his residence. I pushed through the flimsy barrier with ease, then stepped into the emergency ward. The psychic buzzing that pressed against me from the outpouring of emotions barely registered.
