<div style="text-align: justify;">Melinda stayed where she was, laying on the floor, and just... absorbing. She paid attention to the sounds, scents, sights, to everything she could possibly take in. There was very little else Melinda could do as her strength had abandoned her. Her memory was a little hazy about what had happened, and the girl tried to remember what had happened to Thomas.<br/><br/>She could remember little bits and pieces, small flashes. Every part of the aggression was still fresh in her mind, but not what had happened afterwards. Melinda remembered that terrible smell that had made her feel sick, the heavy heat all over her, and a moment later, a peaceful darkness engulfing her.<br/><br/>And then, that place. What exactly was that place? And who had brought her there? It was hard to remember that. Melinda wasn't even sure she had seen her savior at all.<br/><br/>And now, not far from where she was, someone seemed to be screaming in pain and despair. Melinda tried to help, but she couldn't even step out of the place she had been in. When the figure reached her, Melinda looked up, trying to figure what it was. Her hand pushed some hair away from her face. "Someone was screaming", Melinda explained.<br/><br/>It was strange to talk like that to someone she didn't know who or what could be, but everything seemed strange now. Feeling that her forehead was burning hot, Melinda concluded she was probably having some delusions due to the fever. Still, she decided to talk in short sentences so whoever it was could understand. "Dirty", she started, showing her nearly destroyed and filthy dress. "Sick, fever. Thirsty", she completed, her voice getting weaker and weaker as she went on.</div>