"Okay, Shawn? I'm going to need you to lay down right here. The EEG-"
"Is going to be used right now to see if the lightning affected my brain, yes, we went over this. Anything else?"
"Well," the doctor began as they started down the hall, "the scan could take up to an hour or longer. I want to have you sleep through it so your senses do not get the best of you."
"Okay. That shouldn't be too hard, right?"
"Do you have any gel or spray in your hair?" Dr. Erskin asked.
"Uh," Shawn chuckled, "just a little..."
"Okay. There's a bathroom with a shower in the scanning room. Go in there, clean off, and make sure to get all of the gel out of your hair and also make sure that you are completely dry! We don't want to screw the results up!"
"Yeah okay." Shawn rolled his eyes as he walked into the room and grabbed a towel off the hook. He took a glance at Dr. Erskin, and seeing the man immersed in setting the scanner up, got into the bathroom and prepared to say goodbye to his beautiful springy hair and hello to a mat of brown sadness (slight exaggeration, but you get the point).
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He stepped out and the doctor instructed him to lay down and close his eyes. Dr. Erskin then attached electrodes to Shawn's forehead and scalp and injected him with a mild sedative that would only last for the time span of the test. Shawn slipped into a hwavy, dreamless sleep.
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Henry threw on a different shirt and khaki shorts, grabbed his phone and hopped back in the truck. But he didn't start it right away. He pulled his phone out and scrolled through his contacts. After getting the one he wanted, he pressed call. "Hello?"
"Mr. Spencer? What a nice surprise. What can I do for you?"
"It's Shawn. I don't know if you've been told, but he's not been in because, well... he was struck by lightning two days ago. He just woke up an hour ago at 930... I'm on my way back to the hospital now to see how he's doing."
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Spencer, how is he?"
"He seemed fine when I left, the doc said he needed to run some tests."
"Well I and the entire department hope that he recovers soon. Juliet just informed me that she'll be stopping by later."
"Okay. Thank you Karen."
"Of course." There was a click and Henry set the phone down.
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Shawn groggily opened his eyes. His dad was hovering over him. "Dad? What do you want?"
"Shawn! You're awake! I'll go let Dr. Erskin know!" Gus shouted and ran out of the room.
Not moving, Henry said, "How are you feeling? You've been out for a couple of hours from the sedative."
"Okay, can you back up? Just a little bit? And I thought I was only given enough for about an hour..."
"Well," Henry explained, "he said that he read your medical files about how sedative doesn't work very well on you so he thought that mild might not be enough for the entire length of time."
"Ah. Well -"
"Oh Shawn! You're awake!" Dr. Erskin said, rushing back over to his patient. Gus walked in shortly afterwards.
"Okay, Mr. Guster, now that you are back, I'll tell you what we understand from what we know of the test results so far. It looks like your brain is acting out more than a normal person, but with your psychic ability, we can't be sure until we get the full results. Although I distinctly remember when your brain nearly went into overload. It was completely calm, and then it spiked. So much that the safety alarm went off for a moment. I thought you were seizing. So tell me, did you have any visions or anything in your sleep?"
"Uh, no, Doctor, it was completely black. Not even a voice or anything."
"Huh, well, as soon as we get the results l, we'll give you a call. Until then, you are in pretty much perfect shape, so we are going to discharge you. You can stay at your own house, just make sure someone knows where you are at all times and stops you from riding in a storm again," Dr. Erskin said.
"You got it, doc." Shawn smirked as he got up. He and Gus walked out of the door as Henry signed the form and thanked the doctor. By the time he got into the hallway, he saw Shawn and Gus' feet turn the corner after their bodies, and then they were gone. He rolled his eyes and slowly made his way down to his truck.
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"Haha! We escaped the impending doom of having to stay with my dad!"
"You mean you escaped the impending doom of having to stay with your dad. I am not going near his house unless I absolutely have to," Gus replied, hopping into the Blueberry.
"You wouldn't!"
"I sure would!"
"Fine. Suck it!" Shawn said, folding his arms across his chest.
"You suck it!" Gus replied. They looked at each other.
"Suck iiiiiiiit!" They sang in harmony. Their bickering continued all the way to the Psych office.
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Shawn woke up, head on his desk, with a headache and a sore neck. He then heard footsteps approaching and opened the door. "Hey Gus!"
"Hey Shawn. Did you sleep here last night?" Gus brushed off the fact that Shawn knew he was coming, he had probably seen or heard the car, right?
"Yeah... I was working and just drifted off, I guess. Do you have any Advil? I have a pounding headache plus my neck is really sore," Shawn said, rubbing the back of neck.
"Yeah, here." Gus put his sample case on the ground and pulled out a little bottle of Advil. Removing two pills, he said, "What were you working on?"
Shawn accepted the pills and swallowed them dry. "Not sure. Don't remember. But I think the Chief is going to give us a case today."
"Oh? What makes you say that?"
"Dunno... I just feel it."
"Are you saying that you're psychic or something now?"
"Gus, don't be ridiculous, of course not! It's just a feeling." The phone started ringing. "Speak of the devil! Hey Chief!"
"Shawn, hi. We need you. There's a case, we though it was no big deal, but it's gotten worse. There's a serial killer, who goes by the name of Sylar. He's been-"
Shawn remembered the dream he had had in the hospital and gulped. "Targeting all of the psychics in Santa Barbara. And you just got a letter from him saying that I'm next." Gus looked up at Shawn, who had seriousness written all over his face.
Chief Vick gasped. "How did you..."
"I'm a psychic, remember? We'll be right down." He put the phone down and turned to Gus, who was rolling his eyes. "And I changed my mind. Yes."
"Yes what?"
"I am a psychic."
