Well, they're right.
The little voice said in Jaz's head spoke as she leaned her back against her bedroom door.
You're in no fit state to fight monsters.
"Ugh," she turned around and lightly tapped her head on the door a few times, "leave it out, Seth. I'm not in the mood for a lecture."
Doesn't matter. I'm not going anywhere.
"Yes, I know you're not. It's really rather unfortunate, to be honest." She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself.
You really aren't in control at all, are you?
Her eyes whipped open and she aggressively opened the door, walked in the room and slammed it shut again. The photo frames on her bedside table shook and one of them fell off.
She looked at it for a moment, standing in the middle of the room. Then she looked ahead out of the window. "Did you actually want something, or are you just here to piss me off again?"
The voice laughed. Both.
What a prick, she thought. Jaz was glad that Seth's power had limitations - when communicating psychically, he can only hear what the person he's communicating with can hear. Hence the reason Jaz speaks out loud to him. "What do you want, then?"
Medical records.
"Medical records? You're kidding, right?"
Nope. The ones I need are in your city. I wouldn't advise sending them to me, it'd look suspicious if someone intercepted it. Just call me when you get them and tell me the details.
"Right... and how exactly am I supposed to get these? Steal them?" She asked sarcastically.
Exactly. I'll tell you the name of the person tomorrow. This'll be easy with your capabilities.
The familiar feeling of Seth disconnecting his psychic contact filled her mind before it went back to normal.
"Great," she said to herself, "soon I'll be able to add theft to my list of criminal offences."
~
