Holly's Intuition Read Free

it put her through a lot.
    “Wel , as you know I had my first-aid training at work last year and luckily it kicked in. I made him keep stil in case he had a neck injury and I kept talking to him, basical y trying to keep him conscious until we got help. The taxi driver cal ed an ambulance and when it arrived, the medics asked me to come along with them. There wasn’t anyone else around. His flatmate had already gone to work. Stewart runs a gym and he leaves real y early in the mornings.” An image of Stewart from the night before flashed into her mind, and again she had to push it away to focus on the discussion.
    “I stayed with Joshua at the hospital until he’d been moved to a ward. Then his mother got there. Stewart arrived shortly afterwards. I fil ed them in before I left. While I was alone with him I felt deep concern, but afterwards it was as if I was feeling Joshua’s pain. As I walked away, it built up.” She shivered slightly at the memory. “I felt both the pain, and the gratitude to see his loved ones. I figured at the time I was just empathising deeply. I like the guy and he feels like a friend…” More than that now, she reflected. “But when I left the room, when his family arrived, it was as if it intensified. The emotions that he felt when he regained consciousness and saw his loved ones were inside me, as if a deep connection had been formed.”
    She planted her hand on her chest and pressed hard, wishing she could make it go away by forcing it out. “I know his emotions, and I feel as if I’m experiencing them, even though I’ve got no control over it.”
    Faye’s eyebrows drew together. “Fascinating. This rings a bel with me, you know. Something about being responsible for a person if you saved their life.”
    “I didn’t save his life,” Hol y clarified “His injuries were never fatal, although I didn’t know that at the time.”
    “There’s got to be a reason for it.” Faye pul ed her phone from her bag and started entering data.
    “As if you’re going to find out the answer on the Internet,” Hol y said with a dismissive laugh. “You’re just obsessed with analysing everything.”
    Faye flicked back her cherry-dyed bob and pouted. “I’m just inquisitive, and it’s amazing the stuff you can find out on the net.”
    Hol y looked at Monica, her older, more sensible sister, for more tangible reassurance. It struck her how much she was going to miss Monica when she went away. In just a few days Monica would start the first leg of an exciting business trip around the world. It was a positive thing for their older sister, whose life had always been kept on a narrow path because of her psychic gift. Recently that had al changed. She was building a relationship with two bisexual men who wil ingly accommodated her psychic aspect and the problems it caused her, and she was going to be travel ing with them in her work.
    Monica was sorted. But how would Hol y and Faye cope without her?
    “Does the intensity of the connection change when you’re farther away from him?” Monica asked.
    Hol y focussed on the issue at hand and shook her head, her lips pursing for a moment as she thought about it. “It doesn’t seem to, but I haven’t real y tested that out by travel ing.” She sat back in her seat, and opened herself to him. His state of being unfurled in her chest, and she drew a deep breath.
    “Right now he’s studying figures, because he’s grappling with a complicated report he’s concerned about writing. It’s not a strong feeling, because it’s something he’s in control of. That’s the only thing I’ve been able to make sense of, that I feel the connection most strongly when his experience is high emotion, physical pain, or… stimulation.”
    She forced herself to meet her sister’s gaze.
    Monica’s eyebrows lifted. Hol y nodded, slowly. She’d hoped Monica would understand that, and she did.
    “Believe me, after the first couple of nights of intense