Triple C Brigade
It was certainly something when even the Hellhound was frightened. But Catherine's everything was so flooded, she barely even noticed Caleb's presence. Go. Get out of here. Those were the only words she caught, lost in the flood of spirits shouting the same things at her. Spirits - why spirits? She wasn't a fucking medium, goddamnit. Why did they have to force their way into her visions? Maybe they'd been in wait, leaving impressions just begging to be triggered. But she couldn't really think of the theories.
Catherine did not have the presence of mind to bat Callum's hands away as he reached for her. As soon as he had hold of her wrists, another flood crashed and mingled with the first. Her attention snapped to Callum and there was pure hate in her eyes. And he would know where that thick Glaswegian accent came from, "Ever since you were born you've been worthless." A turn of her head, a smaller voice, "No, no please da, NO." The repeated screams of 'NO' became her own voice again until they were cut off. The input was too much. The place, the spirits, the memories, Callum - everything.
She lost control of her limbs then, going too quickly into the jerking spasms of a seizure, the constant blinking and wheezing for breath. She was, in that moment, completely incapacitated.