Annabelle really wished her mother would come back.
This was the largest thing she'd every intentionally done with her power, and Rowan was so much more powerful...
But she was Rowan's daughter. And Michael's. And Annabelle knew that the reason Lasher was so interested in her was the bloodline--Michael was distantly related to the Mayfairs, and he had the same genes. Those genes had power.
It took some time for Sam's kidneys not to resemble raisins when her power touched them, but they were almost back to what they should be when she released her grip. Her mother had said after the organs she had to try to help the nerves and the brain.
The brain. That was... that was terrifying. Not that she was afraid she couldn't help. Annabelle wasn't afraid of that. She was terrified that Sam's brain had, in fact, apparently had something wrong with it, or her mother was concerned that was coming. Annabelle shut her eyes and pictured the picture of the nerve endings coming down from the brain that she'd seen on the wall in what was once Rowan's office at the house on First Street. Then she pushed her power in that direction, trying to seek out the injury her mother'd seen here.
It didn't take long.
If a healthy nerve was a solid line, many of Sam's were shredded at the ends, fanning out into what Annabelle thought closely resembled paint brushes that weren't washed out properly, that dried stuck into points.
And then she could see it. All of it, the entire picture, as her power reached from those nerves up into Sam's head. If the organ failure had continued, if she had not intervened, or healed him enough, Sam's brain stem was going to stop working. Annabelle knew enough about that from her ethics class at school to know that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brain_stem_death> he'd be a vegetable</a> if that happened, if it didn't kill him outright. Sam would've been a coma patient very, very soon.
This upset Annabelle, and it upset her a lot. Whatever had hurt Sam was going to answer to her. Her power took her anger and focused it like a laser beam, going after the damaged nerves and tissue with purpose and vengeance.
When all she felt from Sam was relatively minor, Annabelle let go, pulling her power back into herself.
<i>I had hoped you would be this strong.</i>
Annabelle did not turn her head. She no longer felt the hair on the back of her neck standing up, though, so it seemed that Lasher had left after his ominous statement.
"Sam?"
She waited, hoping everything was much better, hoping she hadn't fucked it up.