Her dreams were not friendly when she was on so many drugs. There were flashes of her parents, their dead bodies, scenes from the war, and probably a plethora of things her mind made up just to torment her. She was more than sure it caused her to whine and gently twitch in her sleep. Then suddenly, out of no where, it all stopped. She wasn't certain of the change, but she wasn't going to fight it. For the first time in a long while, her head was quiet.
Neville probably sat and waited close to an hour before she finally stirred, groaning gently as she opened her eyes, realizing that there was a familiar hand holding hers, a presence that made her feel... safe. Without opening here eyes, a small, dreamy smile crossed her lips as she mumbled, "Nev... you're here."