Psychic Assault: Consequences

Morgan floated within the bleeding corridors of her mind, mental anesthesia keeping her from dissolving into a creature made of pain.

_Are you there beloved?_ Rumor whispered.

She struggled to whisper back, her mindvoice broken and distant, _I did something...bad._

His relief spread like a balm through her and she was vaguely aware of her body being cradled. _No, you did what needed be done. Don't ever doubt that. Besides beloved, Shelly knows how to deal with a secondary Break._

Memory struggled into focus...Shelly...large green eyes, beautiful in a body otherwise ruined by the demands of a mind unbelievably powerful. Trapped in a chair run by her own gifts, she shielded Sanctuary and trained those newly Broken. _Yes...Shelly will know..._ the newly Broken... _...Derrick!_ Fresh waves of pain battered her as she tried to reach out.

_Morgan, be still,_ a familiar voice swept through her mind, leaving a fresh layer of anesthetic in its wake, _Derrick will be well, and in time, so will you._