Jay's eyes widened at his thoughts being read. He tried to have a coherent thought beyond why was she doing that to him. He needed to focus. She was making him have seven thoughts at once. He needed to not think about Mom and how she was half a continent too far away to save him this time.

Let me go. That would be a swell thing to do for me.

He fought to move an arm, a leg, or even just roll off the gurney, but Jay achieved only stillness.