She had no idea how long it had been since she'd been out, but she did feel the difference between the floor and their bed. Her eyes fluttered open and instantly winced at the light, paltry as it was, in the room. She tasted blood on her lip and her head throbbed painfully, but she would guess it was her husband bending over her. If she looked or sounded relieved, it was natural. "Dean?" Her voice was like gravel to her own ears, and it made her wince again.