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Her heart was in her throat as she saw the way he was looking at her. Rachel had been uneasy with him from the moment he'd entered the room, more so because his face was almost hauntingly-familiar to her, but as she watched his outburst escalate, that turned into alarm. As her heart stuttered erratically inside her chest, fear had adrenaline coursing through her, turning everything from soft and clouded to painful clarity. No longer leashed by a lingering haze of coma-like sleep, her heightening emotions had her mind racing with all sorts of images, of story, only like the pages of a book had been ripped out senselessly, leaving big dark spaces in their wake.

Now there were names being tossed at her, things she could not possibly reconcile with the gaping holes in her head, but he expected her to, he needed her to, and her head was throbbing, and she didn't know who he was, and all she could do was –

"Stop!" she cried, tears blurring her vision. Scrambling to a sitting position, the sore, wading-through-honey sensations no longer impeded her movements as she backed away from him until she was flush against the wall, shaking her aching head. She wasn't safe. But he'd called for someone—hadn't he? Where were they? She couldn't hear the sounds of approaching footsteps over the blood pounding in her ears. "Stop, please! I don't know you! I don't know what you're talking about!"