Who: Valkyri OTA What: Sabbah was being watched. It wasn't a comfortable feeling. When: Monday Where: Common Grounds Warnings: TBD
That prickly feeling at the base of her skull just would not go away. At first she'd thought it was just a tension headache coming on. She'd certainly been busy enough to warrant one lately. Not only working for Charles at the mansion and working with the x-men to be proficient at self-defense should she be tapped to join them in the field, but also managing the clinic. Any of which would be a full time job for most people. Sabbah was taking on three of them. She'd never worked so hard in her life, not even when she'd been in medical school. She knew she needed to lay off, at least on something. The problem was that she couldn't. First, there was no one to pick up the slack at the moment, second, she was too emotionally invested in the clinic to give it up, and third, working herself to a state of such complete and utter exhaustion was letting her drop off to sleep each night without being afraid of what was waiting for her on the other side of the veil of sleep. For she was afraid of what she was seeing there when she slept. What she'd originally considered a simple nightmare had become a recurring theme with the same faces and worse, the same endings.
Her medical training was telling her to approach this logically. Her subconscious was gibbering in terror. And the two were at battle still for which would win out.
Sister Margaret wasn't a doctor, but she'd seen her share of souls in turmoil, and she'd insisted that Sabbah leave. Clear her head. Find her balance. Offered an ear if the winged mutant needed to talk.
So Sabbah had left the clinic and the shelter and decided to take a stroll through mutant town. The neighborhood surrounding the clinic wasn't very good, but she'd been there long enough that the neighbors recognized her. She'd treated many of them, and if not them, a friend of theirs. It was a close knit community around the shelter among the homeless mutants. Sabbah, like the Sisters themselves, was probably safer there than anywhere else in the world. At least from the residents.
But that prickle at the back of her neck wouldn't go away. So she walked quickly to the more respectable parts of mutant town, finding herself at the coffee shop. As good a place as any to warm up and think, even if what passed for coffee was weak and watery to her palate.
Opening the door, Sabbah placed her order and took her cup to an empty seat by the fire.