Powers, when misused, it could bring destruction onto oneself.
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Regan wasn't okay; I knew it. He kept holding his head and groaning in pain, even when we got to the safe house. I tried asking his men for help, but he kept stopping me. I felt lost and didn't know what else to do.
He was in intense pain, and I couldn't do anything except cry. I didn't want to imagine what might happen next; all I hoped for was that it would stop because it scared me. Regan being like this scared me.
I looked at him. He was still sitting in the chair, with his palm pressed against his forehead and his eyes tightly shut. His skin had turned red and sweaty.
"Regan, are you okay now?" I asked, silently hoping for a reassuring answer.
Upon hearing my voice, he opened his eyes. He sighed deeply and sat up straight, removing his hand from his head.
