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Hours later, yet before the sun began to creep along the horizon Beth pressed a hand to her face and smiled briefly, the haze of her dreaming still lay heavy upon her. Arching her back as she stretched Beth drew a breath as her eyes slowly opened to the sight of a figure seated in the far corner of her room. She jerked up and away from him on her bed, the shadows of her room hanging over him but the muscles within her body eased out of their bunching when she felt his blue eyes upon her. "Desmond?" She asked with a blush that rose to her cheeks as fading glimmers of the dream she'd awoken from flashed before her eyes momentarily. She wondered why he was here but she didn't care too much to ask, she enjoyed the idea of having him near, the sheer thought left her smiling.

The night had felt like a dream, all of it, the mugging, the stab wound, the way the nameless man's hands crept along her skin, his fingers like baby snakes, winding tight along her neck and up her leg, sending chills, and a revolting feeling through her. The mere thought left Beth sick to her stomach and with a bad taste in her mouth. In her mind she considered that she did not ache of a stab wound, nor did her head hurt from the way he'd cracked her skull with his boot, and after all she was standing in her own room. "I'm going to just...take a shower...please...please don't go, I'll be right back." She begged of Desmond, questions still fresh in her mind as to why he was here in her room.

As she gathered a clean pair of pajama bottoms, tank top, and clean under garments from her dresser drawers Beth turned and smiled to her former friend, thinking just how much she'd miss his presence in her life. Making her way to the bathroom she sat her clothes down upon the countertop of the bathroom sink, shut and locked the door behind her, adjusted the water in the dark, and finally flipped the light switch on.

The sight before her brought unwanted tears to her eyes, she was covered in blood, head to toe, there was more blood here than she'd ever seen in her life. A hole in her shirt struck her and she winced in pain as her body recalled the feel of the blade cutting deep into her, her skirt had been torn a bit and her skin crawled, stomach rolled with the memory of his hands, and streaks of blood in her hair too. Her hand shook as she studied them as well, blood dried beneath her nail beds and she immediately reached for the water that flowed into the tub, scrubbing and picking at the blood on her hands. There was one corner of her thumb nail that she could not get clean and she began to cry once more, fearing that it had truly been her blood, or maybe it was his, either way the sight of it sent her into yet another panic.

As she continued to panic she slowly lifted the hem of her shirt until she reached the place where a hole had been cut into the fabric. She expected to find a wound, stitched up and still painfully bloody, but there was nothing. Her creamy skin was smooth and perfect as ever, not a single trace of the night she's endured.

Beth swallowed against the dry of her mouth and throat, a knot hard in her stomach from the memories that were no longer a nightmare but her reality. She pushed her dried and matted hair back, her breathing heavy with confusion as she fumbled to unlock the bathroom door, a panic that Desmond might have left her now that he could see that she were awake and well. Please be here, please don't leave me! I'm afraid to be alone!

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