Elle kind of heard Peter, but she wasn’t really listening since she was drifting off to sleep. He would get over it, she didn’t know what the big deal was anyways and once he healed her, she’d leave.
She always left when she got what she wanted him to do for her. She moved further back in the bed, shivering a little, as she curled up in a fetal position. Elle was not right and her dreams reflect that. She went back to the beach, to him, and her body started to shake with groans as she relived her horrible death, again.