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Chapter Thirty-Two: Diana

Once Jesse left through the portal going to Efland, Stella and I made a trip to the hospital. We sat in the waiting room until the doctor that treated me while I was in the coma was available. The entire time, I stared at Stella wishing daggers shot out of my eyes.

The doctor took me into a room in the back to perform test after test ranging from a basic physical to blood work to scans from various expensive machines. It took hours, hours that he could've spent with a patient that needed his help.

"Everything looks normal."

I rolled my eyes at Stella, holding a piece of gauze in the crook of my elbow. "Are you sure?" asked Stella.

The doctor opened my chart, flipping through the various pages that were added as results came back. "Yep. All of her tests came back normal. She seems to have no residual damage from the coma." He closed my chart, letting the pages hit the clipboard with a heavy thud. "I'm no Molecular Telepath, but her tests say she's as healthy as a horse."

I hopped down from the exam table. "That's what I've been trying to tell her. She wouldn't listen to me."

Stella poked me. She wasn't letting me get away so easily. "Tell him what you saw and heard." I kept my mouth shut. "Tell him and see if I had the right to be concerned."

I looked down at the floor with my jaw locked. What I was going to say would make me sound crazy. Hell, it could make me sound like a Telepath wannabe and I didn't need that reputation trailing me. "I saw a crack in the air with a silver lining around it. Jesse said it was a portal." I looked up at Stella. She was rolling her hand in a circular motion telling me to continue. "Also, I heard Jesse's telepathic cry for help."

The doctor placed my chart down on the exam table. He looked into my eyes as if they held the key to every problem I had. "You're sure you're human? There's no possibility of you being a half-telepath?"

"My parents were both human." As soon as those words left my mouth, I knew deep down that they were false.

My parents hadn't been my biological parents. They'd taken me in and provided me with shelter, clothes, food, and a healthy environment to grow up in. They'd been the ones to raise me, sure, but they weren't my blood.


Stella and the doctor snapped their full attention back to me. "What?" asked Stella.

I bit the end of my tongue. I should've left if alone. "Nothing."

The doctor gathered his hands in front of his body as he leaned back slightly. He tilted his head to the right a little as he looked into my eyes. I felt like a child about to be prodded for answers. "I can't help you if I don't have all the information."

I sighed. "It's about what happened in my coma."

The doctor raised an eyebrow. "You were aware you were in a coma?"

I shook my head. "No. It wasn't like that." This was going to be too complicated for them. It was already too much for me to process and I witnessed it myself. "I had this...experience. I was thrown into a very early memory of mine."

The doctor and Stella were bouncing on the balls of their feet as they waited for me to continue. "I was being taken away from somewhere hostile by my biological parents." Stella opened her mouth. "Not the ones you knew." She closed it. "They took me to my childhood home and handed me off to my parents that raised me."

The doctor nodded. "And what makes you think this...moment is real and not a dream?"

I was grasping at straws. Nothing I'd say would be enough proof to make what I saw a fact in the doctor's and Stella's mind. They weren't there to witness it themselves. "It was vivid. I felt things I don't normally feel in a dream."

The doctor continued nodding. "Okay. What were your biological parents?"

I bit my lower lip. "I think one of them was a Molecular Telepath."

Stella looked up at the doctor as if he held all the answers she was seeking, obviously he didn't. He didn't see my memory and he never would. He didn't even know what happened to me in the coma or what caused it. Whatever guess was about to come out of his mouth would be just that. A guess.

"That could explain some of the things you're claiming but, again, I can't say for certain. I'd have to ask our resident Molecular."

"Natalia," I said plainly.

The doctor nodded. "Precisely. She was the one who tried to help you while you were in the coma. Not to mention, she has worked some magic for my other patients. She would be better equipped to tell you exactly what this all means. She is a Molecular herself. She'd be able to tell if your "parents" were in fact your birth parents."

I nodded. "Obviously."

The doctor nodded awkwardly. "Okay. Well, I hope you figure this out." He scurried into the depths of the hospital to check up on his other patients.

I smiled at Stella. "He was so helpful." Stella smacked me. "Ow!"

"When were you going to tell me about what you saw in the coma?"

I rubbed my shoulder even though it already lost the sting from the smack. I was rubbing it more out of habit than pain. "I wasn't sure it was real myself."

Stella crossed her arms. Her bottom lip poked out from under her upper lip. "So?"

I shook my head. "I'm not doing this with you, Stella." I headed out of the hospital with Stella right on my heels.

"There's a possibility you aren't a human and you forget to mention that to your best friend?"

I kept walking. "Stella, I don't want to talk about it."

There was a shudder in front of me before Jesse jumped through a portal. I dug my heels into the ground to ensure I wouldn't run into him. I grabbed a hold of his shoulders to help steady him. He was shaking from head to toe.

I noticed dried blood on his neck. "Are you okay?"

His hand went to his throat. He scratched the dried blood from his skin. "Yeah. It was just a scratch."

The portal closed behind him. "Where's Natalia?" I asked.

Jesse righted himself as he gained some of his composure. I let him go. "She's been captured by the TWA. I was able to get away, but she's too big of a target to slip through their fingers undetected."

I pressed my lips together. Jesse was a Molecular. He should be able to figure out what was happening to me. Right? I licked my lips. "Um...that's bad."

Jesse nodded. "No duh, Sherlock."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?" I asked.

Jesse shook his head. "Never mind."

I dropped it. It was probably some weird expression his family used, one I didn't really care about. "I know this is probably not the best time for this, but I don't know who else to ask."

Jesse crossed his arms. He was annoyed to say the least, but Natalia probably wasn't coming back here. He had time to deal with my problem. "How can I tell a dream from a memory?"

Jesse rolled his eyes. "Natalia is being held and tortured by the TWA as we speak. How is this more important?"

I lowered my head. "It's not."

Stella pushed past me. She was always the more aggressive one. "We think her parents were Moleculars."

That spiked Jesse's interest. "Think?"

I started digging at my fingernails. "When I was in the coma, a memory-like thing came to me. It showed me my biological parents." I looked up. He had a single eyebrow raised as if he didn't believe me. I could sense the distrust rolling off him. "Maybe. I don't know."

Jesse smiled. "Show me."

I looked down at my feet. "This is stupid."

Jesse grabbed my hand, pulling it away from my nails. "It's not." I picked my eyes up. She could be an asset.

I frowned a little. "I'm not interested in being your asset. This is personal for me, not a recruitment moment for you."

Jesse let go of my hand. "I..."

I spun on my heels. "This was stupid."

"Wait!" I paused in my tantrum. "Of course you'd be an asset. Moleculars are hard to find, but you have the right to know what you are." Don't get your hopes up. It was probably just a vivid dream.

I turned back toward Jesse. My blood was boiling in my veins. "You don't believe I could be a Molecular. You think I dreamt the whole thing."

Jesse reached up toward his temples like he was trying to guard the secrets there. "Please stop reading my mind."

Stella intervened once more. She could feel the tension building between Jesse and I. "A human can't read your mind. At least check to see if she's a late blooming half-telepath. Please. We need to know what's happening to her."

Jesse sighed. "Fine." He just stood there tapping his foot.

"What?" I asked him.

"Show me. If you really are a half-telepath, you should be able to show me what you saw."

My eyes ventured back down to the floor. "I don't know how."

"She's new to this," said Stella in my defense.

Jesse sighed. "Sit with me." I saw him plop down on the ground. I crossed my arms and stared down at him. "Come on." I sat with my legs crossed under me. "Close your eyes and focus on the memory. I'll do the rest."

I focused on Thalia's auburn hair as she held me tightly in her arms. I spent most of the memory trying to wrap my tiny fingers around her hair, never wanting it to leave my sight. There was a tingle in my mind that sent bells off in my head. My shoulders rose and my muscles locked up.

"Relax. It's just me," cooed Jesse.

I let my mind relax and open up. The tingling grew stronger and before I knew it, I was no longer in the warehouse.

I appeared back in the empty void in my mind but this time I wasn't alone. Jesse stood in front of me with a stupid smile on his face. "What?" I asked.

Jesse shook his head. "Nothing." A single bubble appeared out of the darkness and headed straight toward us as if it'd been called. "This must be your memory.

I could see Thalia's auburn hair hanging above me as the soft edges brushed against my button nose. "Yeah."

Jesse inspected the bubble, circling it once. "So far it doesn't seem like a dream. Dreams typically aren't as clear as this one because it's a bunch of random combinations of images you've seen."

I nodded. "So it's a memory?"

Jesse latched onto my wrist. "I didn't say that." We dove into the bubble.

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