Melinda heard subconsciously the growling and murmuring Rowan in the infirmary, so she fought against the all encompassing darkness... And being that it was now her territory, she could walk throught it even in her mind and soul.<br/><br/>Recovering slowly, first her hearing, then she could smell the infirmary, and something more... almost like a wet and angry tiger throught the woods. Finally her eyes opened slowly, not fearing if there would be any light to blind her, but because she did not wanted to see any other people wounded around her.<br/><br/>"Water.." she tried to make her voice and throat work, but she felt that it was only hours she slept, not days or weeks, she thought. "Oh... it does not hurts.... that much!" Mel tried to sit up, feeling her wounds but it was more of the stiches and bandages than any inner bleeding.<br/><br/>Feeling around for a glass of water, she found the vial of liquid the boy thrust into her hands in the kitchen. She smelt it, then looked around the infirmary. "Well, if nobody needs this any more, maybe it can be a good lubricant too..."