Bre let the the hot water run over her acking back and shoulders. Trying to sooth her muscles was hard enough without confusing people who couldn't remember the year. 'Then again, he was just hit by a car. I gotta give him a break.' She sighed and got to scrubbing her day off of her skin and out of her hair.<br/>Once she was satisfied that the hospital was out of her hair and she smelled like herself, she turned the water off and squeezed her hair out.<br/>Stepping out and toweling off her hair she caught a her own eyes in the mirror. Her eyes were the only attractive thing to her own eyes.<br/>Her teeth were slightly crooked, her eyes sunk a little too deep, the freckles along her cheekbones making her look like a child.<br/>With a grunt of displeasure, she looked away and got dressed before heading to bed. She flopped down and wormed her way under the blankets, sighing at the warmth and comfort. She pulled the shirt out and nuzzled her face into it. Falling asleep faster then ever before, she was out within minutes. Her exhausted body curled on one side, her arms holding her stomach.<br/><br/>Something scared her awake, with a jolt, she shot upright in bed, gasping for air.<br/>Fragments of her dreams caught up with her. Helkior had been there. He had been fighting and slept rather suddenly as the battle raged on. She was lost as to what was going on. All she knew is that she was scared when he woke and stared her dead in the face and gave a wicked grin.