All through the night, women took turns sitting by her side. She recognized none of them. She threw up once more, but there was no blood -- a good sign she had no internal injuries. Her mouth began to bleed again, but not badly and it soon stopped. She woke every time she tried to move and remembered to thank the women for helping her. She finally decided the pain was not so severe when she turned on her right side. After that, she slept a full five hours.

When she awoke, she couldn't figure out where she was. A man, no a god, sat in the chair beside her and she had trouble focusing on his face. The sun shone through the window behind him, his hair was golden and he was far too big to be a mortal man.

"Did I die?" she whispered.

Kevin smiled. "No."

"Who are you?"

"I am your husband. Do you not remember?"

"Oh." It seemed easier and a lot less painful to speak than it had the day before. The swelling inside her mouth had gone down a lot. He spoke English as well as his sister, she noticed. Anna slowly moved her legs over the side of the bed and started to sit up before she realized she had nothing on.

She quickly covered herself, but not before he noticed the dark bruise on the side of her left knee, lighter ones on her legs and a large bruise on her shoulder. He tried to avoid looking at her injuries. "Perhaps you should stay in bed."