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Ben fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. He was meant to meet Dr. Matthias in the hospital lobby. He didn't want any more treatments. They weren't helping. Ben was pretty sure they were actually making everything worse. But the doctors wouldn't listen to him and he wouldn't see his family again for months.
His head hurt. It had been hurting for almost a week now. His parents sent him to the Academy to learn to control his abilities. He'd never felt less in control. He hadn't learned to block people out. Instead, it felt like everyone was getting louder. It had started making it hard to sleep. Sometimes, he couldn't tell the difference between what someone said and what they just thought. He wanted to go home.
His head hurt. It had been hurting for almost a week now. His parents sent him to the Academy to learn to control his abilities. He'd never felt less in control. He hadn't learned to block people out. Instead, it felt like everyone was getting louder. It had started making it hard to sleep. Sometimes, he couldn't tell the difference between what someone said and what they just thought. He wanted to go home.
