She remembered the exchange in the garage. Remembered being thrown to the ground and kicked. Remembered hitting her head and floating in and out of haziness. And now, slowly coming to, the first thing Ana was aware of was a dull ache in her belly. And a burning thirst in her throat. Eyes slowly forced themselves open, almost creaking with the effort. They cracked open and then almost immediately slammed shut once again, Ana wincing at the brightness of the hospital room. But she'd managed to see a cup near the bed. And an empty chair with a familiar jacket over it.
Eyes still shut, her hand stretched slowly for the cup, sure it held water. She was confident, perhaps overly so, in her ability to actually pick up the cup and to drink. And her finger tips had just brushed the styrofoam when she felt the cup being picked up, and a warm hand closing around hers.
Dry throat worked to swallow, Ana forcing her eyes open once more. This time, though the brightness still hurt, she made them stay open, looking up at the familiar face. The one she'd thought had left her forever.