She was awakened by the doctor some time later. It was strangely difficult to become alert, her mind fighting against it. She forced her eyes open, making a valiant effort to understand what was being said to her. She wouldn't have been able to understand his words, if her mind had not been so completely opened in sleep. She'd lost her control, and failed to shut out the minds around her. As such, his thoughts filtered into her mind, sending the meaning of his words into her foggy consciousness. Nodding, she tries to wet her dry lips and sat up. Her hair was disgusting, her eyes puffy, and her hospital gown twisted.<br/><br/>As the doctor rushed out the door, she slid off the bed and fumbled around until she found the closet where her clothing had been placed. She was stiff, sore, and sleepy, but she managed to dress quietly, careful not to wake her husband. When she was finally dressed, she went to his bed and sat on the edge, leaning over to kiss him tenderly.<br/><br/>"Darling..." she purred, "wake up..."<br/><br/>As she watched his sleeping face, waiting for him to come around, she began pulling a brush from her purse through her hair.