The girls sweating spell had started to subside and with Ryans help with keeping her clean, she looked almost good as new. The fact that he had washed her hair was definitely helpful, the long white strands laying over over her head and the pillow. White fingertips twitched and she began to stir. Her stirring consisted of a difference in breathing and her eyes shifting under pale lids. Finally, they opened and she could see clearly. The dingy ceiling visibly confused her and her eyes shifted about to take in the scenery. Finally, they fell on him and she simply stared, taking him in. She was actually seeing him now.