Brinn was lost in a world of pain and sickness. It was all around her. Even that began to fade until there was nothing. She couldn't have said if it was a second or a week later, but finally, the blackness bean to lift and give way to dreams. At first she welcomed the change eagerly, but the dreams quickly became dark, terrifying, and full of all of the memories that she never wanted to think about again. These were all memories that she had worked to bury deep within her mind, and fought to scub clean from her soul. It hadn't worked. As one, they rose to scream in her face.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>Lying limp in the grass, beside the same stream as before, Bring thrashed, moaned, cried, and spoke aloud in pleading, desoeratey pained tones. She made little sense most of the time, murmuring and slurring so that whatever she was trying to say was indiscernable. As the healing continued , however, she became more lucid, even though she remained unconscious.<br/><br/>"Jacob, please...." she begged, "I'm sorry... please. Don't...  I tried. It wasn't.... nngh... I'm sorry. Jacob, no."<br/><br/>Then she began to cry out, pain, grief and fear tearing from her throat in a feral, ragged, primal scream.