Mary Eunice's eyes fluttered open from a long, dreamless sleep. Her eyelids felt like they were full of sand. She groaned softly, her breath catching in her throat when she realized where she was. She

"Oh, my- I'm so sleepy..." she said groggily, rubbing an eye. She pulled her hand away to find it heavily bruised.

"I'm not surprised." Dr. Arden said from across the room. "You've been out for almost two days."

The young woman's tired eyes opened a little wider. "...Two days? What on earth's happened to me?" she said in surprise, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Arthur sat down at the end of her cot, and she mustered up enough strength to sit up a bit.

"You were possessed by a demon. I didn't believe it at first- from a medical standpoint it sounded completely illogical. But the way you acted..." he glanced down at the floor. He could sense her becoming upset. "-I, I mean it wasn't you of course, Mary Eunice."

There was a pause as she tried to take in what she was being told. She brought her hand to her lips, felt a sore gash in her lower lip, and squeaked softly at the pain.

"Do you not..."

She looked up at him as he spoke. He couldn't see her the same. Even though he knew that his sweet Mary Eunice was back, even though he could see the innocence in her, he knew that nothing could be the same between the two of them. Or at least- he couldn't see his dear sister in her. Not after what the demon had done with her.

"...remember?" he rubbed his hands together, a nervous habit. There was another pause, her eyes searching the floor as if it could show her what her body had done. She shook her head gingerly. Part of her wanted to ask, but most of her didn't think she could take it. Her curiosity won.

"What happened?" she murmured. Arden sighed. "Sister, you're very delicate right now. I don't want to upset you."

He stood up, smoothing down his pants. "Would you like some water, sister? You need to keep your stren-"

"Tell me what happened." her voice shook. He swore he could hear the tears slipping down her bruised cheeks. "I want to know what I've done."

There was silence. Arden stood still, turned away from her. The poor girl's heart thumped in her chest. She'd never cried like this before- she was so upset and confused and afraid that she was stunned silent. There were no sobs, just tears and shaky hands.

"Tell me!" she demanded, throwing a glass on her bedside table to the floor. It shattered by the doctor's feet. "Tell me, doctor, I can't live with myself if I don't know..." her sobs gradually filled the room.

Arden hadn't moved. "I won't, sister. I- I can't. Not now. Not yet."

He left the room without turning back, shutting her softening cries with the door behind him.