A few tears streaked from Nathaniel’s eyes as he gazed up at Anya’s heart shaped face, the care expressed by her green eyes keeping him from completely dissolving into a puddle of sobs at that moment. Despite the drugs he’d been administered, he was in a lot of pain – and his pain mingled and merged with the emotional weariness of the recent weeks, the trauma of his apparent seizure, and the humiliation of being laid out in a hospital bed, about to have his diaper changed by a woman who was nearly a total stranger to him. But he’d seen her in his dreams, or someone like her – a weird and confusing fact that somehow made his present situation nearly tolerable.