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the pain I was, but I knew so little about how I had been progressing.  "I need to see Rachel.  Just let me get up -"
    "Now that is right out, ma'am."  Voltage, standing ... floating ... whatever ... next to Quentin on one side of the bed, reached out in my direction, not straying too close.  "You need to stay here until Mr. Brooks gives you the A-O.K. to be up and around."
    "She's not going to listen, Vee."  Quentin smirked as I proved him correct, continuing to push my way up to a sitting position.  "That's not how I'm wired, so I doubt she is."  He faked a cough.  "Sorry for talking about you in the third person, Dr. Roman."
    "Very astute."  It sounded much less cool and off-the-cuff as the words were pushed out between clenched teeth.  Voltage's sparking features were impossible to read, but the man inside looked exasperated and defeated.
    "Fine, sure."  The annoyance was writ large in his voice as he hovered back.  "Thanks for the backup, Quentin."
    "Anytime, Vee my man."  Quentin slapped the deck down and got to his feet.  Even out of his disguise, he stuck to blacks and muted colors.  "Want a hand, Doctor?"
    I shook my head, sweat beading on my brow, either from another fever spike or just exertion, I wasn't sure which.  It took a good minute before I felt well enough to swing my legs off the side of the bed, then another thirty seconds before my courage had risen enough to try to stand.  While I prepared myself, Voltage let out what I could only describe as a huff of static.
    "I'm going to tell Mr. Brooks what's going on then.  At least do something useful instead of goading the patient on."  I was fairly sure I'd never grow accustomed that that electrical dispersal of his.  Human bodies weren't supposed to split apart like that.  Turning from the unnatural display, I pushed off the bed.
    Maybe I should have expected my legs to collapse like wet noodles.  There was no telling how long I was bed-ridden and even before that, in prison, my detox sickness had cut severely into my exercise.  Still, to me, it was a shock, so much so I made no attempts to catch myself.  So much for dealing with life's strange twists with aplomb.
    Before I could let out a grunt of pain, Quentin had hopped over the bed and landed beside me.  Without a word, he took my right arm, slinging it over his shoulder.
    "Ready?"  There was no worry or fuss in his voice.  I didn't think it was a lack of concern.  No, I thought he understood that I didn't want that but I also wouldn't turn away his help.
    Maybe Quentin did understand me and my thoughts as much as he said he did.  After all, Mackenzie had an understanding of me beyond what he had observed and likewise I understood him far more than I expected to be able to.  There was a common thread that connected us Naturals together, much like the Pulse connected the Pushed.
    I grunted and nodded my assent and, with his help, I pushed up to my feet.  There were no more need for words about where I wanted to go.  I needed answers.  All of the answers I could get.  No matter the pain I was going through, the weakness, or the ... yes, best to call a spade a spade ... addiction I still had, I couldn't stand for this to wait any longer.
    Quentin helped guide me to the door and out it on our way to see Rachel Choi.

Chapter 5 Angry
    "Quentin!  You were supposed to keep her resting."
    Rachel Choi had rarely ever raised her voice during the months I had known her, but considering we had just barged through her door unannounced, maybe she had some cause.
    The hallway that Quentin had helped me down dimly reminded me of an apartment building, an old one.  Other than the lowered blinds giving a certain dimness to the hall, I noticed little else.  All my effort and concentration was focused on making my legs move.  They weren't as weak as I initially feared; it was the crippling soreness that made walking so hard.  Cramps?  Strain from thrashing and spasms?  I didn't know the