Ami was exhausted and psychic exhaustion was worse than any physical exhaustion that she'd ever experienced, but Sakai was not letting up. The breaks she was allowed were short and useless for what she needed; Sakai and today's assistant, Jacob, seemed to think that a bottle of sports drink and ten minute breaks were all that she needed to recover. Never mind the fact that she had never taxed herself to these levels before, or that she'd woken up the previous day – Day Eight of Incarceration, but who was counting – feeling like she was coming down with something. She had a mild headache completely unrelated to Day Seven's testing routine, and felt tired, achy and slightly chilled. When she complained, she'd been given an injection – of what she didn't know, and she knew that asking served no purpose.
It helped for a short while, but her near collapse had finally caused Sakai to relent a bit.
Today was a repeat, and she only felt worse. She likened her symptoms to the flu, but Sakai wouldn't hear of it – there was no flu anywhere in the medical facility and if anyone of her fellow survivors had been carrying the bug, an outbreak would have occurred long before now. It was chalked up as an adverse reaction – to what the woman didn't say – and she was now being fed a steady stream of electrolytes, fluids and acetaminophen. The latter seemed to help a bit, but all Ami really wanted to do was sleep.
Apparently sleep was nowhere in the cards.
This morning after her shower and breakfast, the trials started immediately, interrupted only for a quick lunch. Ami read Zener cards – too easy and too boring – after a consistent demonstration of one hundred percent accuracy telepathically, Ami had switched to precognition and simply predicted the order of the cards, calling them out faster than Sakai could turn them over. They moved onto more complex tests – reading Jacob's thoughts, and probing when he was concentrating on one single thought or image. Getting beneath the surface of his mind had been easy, if a bit wearing on her. A nosebleed and semi-faint earned her two hours reprieve.
Ami was glad, she didn't like what she saw in Jacob's mind. The thoughts he had about her and what he'd like to do to her were a contrast to the Good Cop demeanor that he put forth. Ami never, ever wanted to be alone with the man unless she had a good handle on her powers. She was half-tempted to mess with his mind, but remembered Claire and Rose, and even the Doctor's warnings – although in this case she didn't care overmuch for Jacob's privacy or mental preservation – and restrained herself.
Mostly, the memory of contacting Scott, however brief the contact, kept her cooperative and patient. But even Ami had to admit her patience was running out; she had to figure out a way out of here, a way to rescue Rose – whom she'd not seen that encounter in the corridor – and Claire and get them all to safety.
"We've seen what you can do passively, now I want to see what you can do actively," Sakai announced upon her return after rousing Ami from her nap.
"I don't feel good," Ami muttered. It wasn't a lie; the hit by a truck, fighting edge of illness feeling was returning.
Sakai motioned simply to Jacob who stepped forward with two very large white caplets and a cup of water. "Ibuprofen. Prescription strength. I want you clear headed." After she downed the medicine, the instruction continued. "How do you use your abilities offensively?"
[Ami] We Few, We Happy Few, Part I
Ami was exhausted and psychic exhaustion was worse than any physical exhaustion that she'd ever experienced, but Sakai was not letting up. The breaks she was allowed were short and useless for what she needed; Sakai and today's assistant, Jacob, seemed to think that a bottle of sports drink and ten minute breaks were all that she needed to recover. Never mind the fact that she had never taxed herself to these levels before, or that she'd woken up the previous day – Day Eight of Incarceration, but who was counting – feeling like she was coming down with something. She had a mild headache completely unrelated to Day Seven's testing routine, and felt tired, achy and slightly chilled. When she complained, she'd been given an injection – of what she didn't know, and she knew that asking served no purpose.
It helped for a short while, but her near collapse had finally caused Sakai to relent a bit.
Today was a repeat, and she only felt worse. She likened her symptoms to the flu, but Sakai wouldn't hear of it – there was no flu anywhere in the medical facility and if anyone of her fellow survivors had been carrying the bug, an outbreak would have occurred long before now. It was chalked up as an adverse reaction – to what the woman didn't say – and she was now being fed a steady stream of electrolytes, fluids and acetaminophen. The latter seemed to help a bit, but all Ami really wanted to do was sleep.
Apparently sleep was nowhere in the cards.
This morning after her shower and breakfast, the trials started immediately, interrupted only for a quick lunch. Ami read Zener cards – too easy and too boring – after a consistent demonstration of one hundred percent accuracy telepathically, Ami had switched to precognition and simply predicted the order of the cards, calling them out faster than Sakai could turn them over. They moved onto more complex tests – reading Jacob's thoughts, and probing when he was concentrating on one single thought or image. Getting beneath the surface of his mind had been easy, if a bit wearing on her. A nosebleed and semi-faint earned her two hours reprieve.
Ami was glad, she didn't like what she saw in Jacob's mind. The thoughts he had about her and what he'd like to do to her were a contrast to the Good Cop demeanor that he put forth. Ami never, ever wanted to be alone with the man unless she had a good handle on her powers. She was half-tempted to mess with his mind, but remembered Claire and Rose, and even the Doctor's warnings – although in this case she didn't care overmuch for Jacob's privacy or mental preservation – and restrained herself.
Mostly, the memory of contacting Scott, however brief the contact, kept her cooperative and patient. But even Ami had to admit her patience was running out; she had to figure out a way out of here, a way to rescue Rose – whom she'd not seen that encounter in the corridor – and Claire and get them all to safety.
"We've seen what you can do passively, now I want to see what you can do actively," Sakai announced upon her return after rousing Ami from her nap.
"I don't feel good," Ami muttered. It wasn't a lie; the hit by a truck, fighting edge of illness feeling was returning.
Sakai motioned simply to Jacob who stepped forward with two very large white caplets and a cup of water. "Ibuprofen. Prescription strength. I want you clear headed." After she downed the medicine, the instruction continued. "How do you use your abilities offensively?"