Who? Annie and OTA When? Sunday afternoon Where? Safe house What? Annie is tending to minor injuries and taking care of Carter Rating? TBD
Annie tightened the sling on the young student's arm, cradling her arm close to her body. "It's just a strained muscle," she assured the student with tears streaking down her cheeks. "I'm glad you came back this morning to have it checked again. If you need to rest and are in pain, I can give you something mild, OK?" she smiled gently. The girl nodded, sliding off the cot before walked away with her equally shaken-up friend.
It was quiet for the moment and Annie had a chance to check on her own young son. Carter was curled up on a cot, sleeping fitfully as he had been since the attack. He couldn't stay out of anybody's head and they couldn't seem to get out of his. He'd been overwhelmed, crying and holding his head while Annie had held him most of the night. Feeling he'd been tormented enough by students' thoughts and projected images into his head, Annie had given Carter the mildest of sedatives so he could sleep. He'd slept quietly for several hours, but now the sedative was wearing off and she sat beside him and stroked his hair he moaned softly as sleep wore off.
She was sitting on a cot when someone quietly approached them...