Aleigha shot up in bed, looking around her; she was damp with sweat and tears streaming down her face. Steve ran up to her. "Are you alright?" he asked her. His features were filled with concern.
Shaking off her nightmares, she wormed her way out of her sleeping bag; Steve was right there. It was all a dream. Her escape from the camp, her imprisonment, her attempted suicide, all of it. This was only her first night.
It all came back to her. She had argued with Steve about sleeping in her boots before they went to sleep. The previous night she finished the night tied to a chair after Steve found her coming out of the ravine.
She looked outside the partially open tent. It was still dark out. "How long have I been sleeping?" she asked. She was being truthful. She really wanted to know.
"Only a couple of hours," he told her gently.
