SMACK!

I rubbed my stinging cheek.

Ro stared at me helplessly. "I'm so sorry."

The metal faucet was melted, the sink bowl cracked. My hands were still on the tap, as if throttling it.

"You spaced out," he said. "Your eyes rolled back, you stiffened up, and you weren't responding."

Forget swallowing the painkillers, I crunched them like Flintstones vitamins, since my accelerated healing abilities were duds on the debilitating headache front. I sat ...