Since arriving in the hospital, Ophelia has been faltering between levels of awareness through various levels of consciousness; mostly, she feels like the lady of the lake, tethered to a boat as the water carries her forward, uncertain of her destination. When she sleeps, she dreams of the vampires attacking her again, and she wants to scream. But the medication they have her on is much too strong for that.

She's just awakening from one of these dreams when she registers the sound of feet skidding to a halt in her room. Wincing as she moves to sit up, Ophelia finds herself facing one surprisingly distraught Flavia, looking as though she let a hurricane dress her before heading here.

"Good lord," she croaks, her voice weakened by drugs and the attack. "Sawyer let you leave the house like that?"

Truthfully, there are tears in the corners of her eyes because she wasn't sure Flavia would come visit her in the first place.

Truthfully, she wants to pull Flavia to her and never let her go.