Beth didn't sleep long. After only a few hours, her eyelids peeled open and she groaned. Rolling her head on the pillow, she looked around, trying to get hear bearings as she was not quite sure where she was. When the memories returned to her, another groan sounded from her. Her eyes immediately searched for her husband, fear rising within her as she worried she had not been successful in reviving him.<br/><br/>He was in the bed beside her, sleeping peacefully. The sound of his snore reassured her and she reached gingerly to take his limp hand in hers. Holding it gently, she was careful not to wake him as she lay in silence. Her eyes fixed on the ceiling as sh reflected on all that had happened. It was the first chance she'd had to stop and think.<br/><br/>For the first time in their marriage, she and her husband were completely honest. There were no more secrets or lies... She felt completely invigorated by the fact, until she remembered that she was unable to enjoy it due to her injuries. It wasn't fair.<br/><br/>Finally, when her frustration reached a peak, she pulled her hand from his and laid it over her abdomen.  Closing her eyes, she began to concentrate, drawing her will about her like a blanket of strength. The air in the room seemed to begin vibrating, as if a strong current outside were blowing pulses of pressure through a partially opened window. Where her palm touched her body, a strange light was barel visible, emitting into her torn and battered body. She held this posture for a long while, eyes closed in concentration, hand pressed to her body.<br/><br/>Finally, when she could no longer keep up the effort, she allowed her hand to slide down her body onto the bed beside her, and slipped immediately back into a deep, dreamless sleep.