Enhanced
Tim had discovered his enhanced abilities late in life. It was galling to but at least he was enhanced now, it wasn't until his 40's that his latent talents and abilities made themselves manifest. Up to that point, he had been normal, ordinary and humdrum. As the fates decided he suffered a near fatal road traffic accident and the damage was described as severe. Of course, he survived and the doctors patted themselves on the back for the speed of his recovery. They praised the miracles of modern medicine and even, a couple of the senior medical team had the chance to appear on a talk show about their remarkable work and even an article in The Lancet was penned outlining the excellent and innovative care given to produce such amazing recovery.
Of course, the recovery time was reduced to 25% of the normal time was due to Tim's body. He didn't really understand the biochemistry or the genetics of his recovery. In fact, the first thing he noticed was the appalling noise everyone was making. His ears were ringing night and day. Had he been able to speak, he would have screamed out in agony, but he couldn't.
The accident had rendered his vocal chords inoperative. His voice box had been crushed and despite the near miraculous recovery, it seemed that this organ would take longer to mend. For the time being, he was now mute. It was hugely distressing, the loss of his voice meant he couldn't vent his pain of all the shouting. His distress did not go unnoticed, and he was sedated for much of the early part of his stay in the hospital. He was transferred to a private room, to suffer his torment away from the other patients.
Then one early morning, when he woke with a start. His medication had not worked this time, but the noises were lessened, the voices were quiet, except for whispers. The only other indication of his conscious state was a huge straining erection. In the darkness, illuminated by only his electronic monitors, he looked to the end of his bed. Images flooded his mind, images of men and women having sex. Some images were of men and other men and some were heterosexual. The images and of course, the accompanying noises were muted in some way. As if he were watching mirror images of these events been played out in front of him. Tim strained to hear the voices and only detected a monotonous, droning commentary of someone counting. The voice was counting some list of inventories. Tim quickly worked out it was the list of medical supplies in the medicine's cabinet.
It then dawned on him, that the voices were not voices at all but thoughts.
The images were not dream-like at all but actually dreams, patients or staff sexual fantasies. The counting voice must have been the night staff doing their job.
After this revelation, Tim could manage the voices with greater success. Each night, he woke to control the voices and learned to focus in on one particular voice and one particular dream. It wasn't easy, of course but with practise he could be focussed on one mind at a time. It was like focussing a camera lens or a video camera. He found the particular mind and watched it like a movie. One night, while enjoying a young nurses sexual fantasy, who he assumed to be on duty but catching a crafty power nap in the nurses' room on the ward, watching her perform fellatio on a young man. She was attempting to deep throat the swollen cock and doing well, Tim concentrated on the man being pleasured, so diligently and found that he had replaced the man. Quite by accident, he had entered her dream and now she was fellating him. He could look down at the pretty blonde women and see her sucking his cock. She didn't stop, clearly the fact that he was being sucked off didn't matter, Somehow, he had made her perform for him. This needed further investigation.
The hospital stay was still a drawn out affair, despite his remarkable recovery and still he remained mute and alone in his private room. His body recovered and the monitors he found the voices now could be silenced. Of course, the next step was to see how he might refine this new, disturbing but exciting new talent. In the following months, as he mended physically, Tim slipped into other patients and staff dreams. He made himself the focus of the dream ad also a spectator. On the weekend, with a smaller staff, Tim found that the voices were under his complete control and his focus could be exerted while people were awake and conscious. He found he could now read the thoughts of people while they were awake and going about their daily business.
There is still one thing yet to test. Could he not simply be a passive reader of thoughts but an instigator?
One Sunday afternoon, he decided to test a theory that he was becoming telepathic, one of the most attractive nurses was on duty and so whilst still in his private room he called her to attend hm on some pretext.
"What can I do for our most promising patient?" Nurse Sommers asked brightly, as she came through the door. Tim smiled back. He was now free of machines, tubes, and medical paraphernalia. His bones had healed, and his bruises were yellowing. He expected to be discharged soon.
"Close the door please, " Tim asked and waited for her to look back at him, " Look at me please."
