Pam drifts in and out of consciousness. Most of her wants to stay unconscious. The rest of her is in too much pain.

She feels herself being laid down, not on a hard slab, but on a soft, downy bed. She stirs when Eric takes off her jacket, the fabric irritating her semi-healed burns: they run in horizontal stripes across her throat, chest, and stomach, and around her wrists, still bloody and oozing, starkly red on her white skin.

Exhaling a groan, she turns her head against the hand cupping her face, her eyelashes fluttering.