Note: It's in 'her' Point of View now, not 'his' anymore.

Nightmares from years ago still came to her mind, things she wished she could forget, but never could they disappear. The taunting, teasing, embarrassing moments that were inflicted upon her by school mates. But she had always been strong, mostly—sometimes she would break under their pressure. But never, ever would she let anyone know! Not even her dearest friends—which that upset them at some times.

She sat silent at the window. It was raining now, just twenty-four hours after she had met that guy. Her thoughts were preoccupied now, but the thoughts and dreams of long ago school days still plagued her. They were sometimes mixed into one; often would they confuse her, turning out completely different than what happened.

"Stop brooding, he was just another man-whore. Enjoy yourself while we are here!" one of her friends tried suggesting, to get her to not think of him anymore. She didn't even know his name!

But how could she forget him?—those eyes, that voice! It was… well, it would make any weaker girl melt. But, she was not weak…

It was painful for her, as they continued going to clubs. A different club each night, never did they return to the one where she had been days ago. She was always asked to dance, by some pretty good-looking guys, too, but she always kindly refused. Hoping that he would show up at some club or bar, she was joyful to go each time, but dying with no hope left after a night.

His remarks toward her, they made her comfortably embarrassed, enjoyable to be around—even if just for a short time.

Damn it that she hadn't asked his name!

-&-

"Wake up, sleepy head!" someone was speaking into her ear, as she turned onto her back and groaned.

"Let me sleep…" she grumbled, putting the back of her hand up to her eyes, blocking out the lights.

"No! You were up all night, again! You need to stop that bad sleeping habit. You've been like this ever since we returned from our vacation."

"I can't help it," the sleepy brown eyes stared at the bright blue eyes beside her bed.

"Yes you can. Now get up! We have a lot to do today," as this same red-headed girl left the room, the brown eyed/brown haired girl sat up in her bed.

Ever since the vacation, she could rarely stop thinking about what had all happened on the trip. It was more than that guy, now. It was more the dread of returning home and facing her regular life. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she stared at her socked feet; sighing heavily. She slipped her robe on, as she stood, and headed downstairs.

Stepping into the kitchen of the house of her friends, she yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. Also, she had been staying at her friends since their return. Her parents had gone vacationing and were still doing so. So, thus being her 'second home,' she always felt welcome in her friend's, large family's home.

"Finally you are awake, good morning!" the cheery mother of the children spoke, smiling at her. "Would you like some breakfast?"

"Good-morning. Just some toast and a cup of orange juice, thank you," as she took a seat at the sturdy, yet rickety table beside her busy companions.

Her toast and juice were in front of her in moments, with side dishes of butter, different types of jam, and in case, cinnamon. But for a moment, she didn't touch it, until her stomach gave a lurch from the smell of the food, and unwillingly, she spread butter onto the toast.

Eating a piece in silence, she was about to pick up the second when her stomach gave another lurch. "Oh," she cried silently. "Excuse me," she stood and practically climbed over chairs and people's legs as she ran for the bathroom. The door flew open before she reached the room, and a boy stepped out, but seeing her hurry, stepped out of the way to let her pass. Rushing for the toilet, she vomited, crying. Someone was pulling her hair back, soothing her—but awkwardly. But being too weak to even turn to find out who it was, she retched once again into the toilet.

-&-

"It was so sudden, I had no idea. I knew she wasn't sleeping easily since her return, but is she sick?"

There were voices around her aching head, as the blackness which had enveloped her began to disappear. She knew they didn't mean sick as in a cold. They meant bulimic.

"No I do not think so. Just the sleeping—" a manly voice replied, but was interrupted.

A groan escaped her lips, and the voices immediately stopped. "My head…" squinting, she placed a hand over her eyes.

"Dear! Are you alright? What happened?"

"Now, now, my dear, don't go rushing into questions. It might upset her again," the masculine voice reprimanded the first voice.

A strange hand was feeling her forehead and cheeks, then her palms. "She is quite alright. The uneasy sleep might have brought this on, if she is not used to it," the voice trailed off.

"Thank you again for coming so quick, we just didn't want to move her."

"Quite alright, the hospital always has willing Healer's at the ready to assist in house-calls." There was a shuffle of feet, an unclasping of a bag, and a twinkle of glass. "In any case, give this potion to her when she fully awakes here in a few moments, and make sure she takes it every time before she falls asleep. The one after she wakes now will make her fall asleep. It helps with sleeping. But whatever you do, and tell her parents this, too, make sure she takes it before bed for at least a month—it should last that long. If she doesn't take it, it will have very bad side effects. Bad mood swings, raging hormones, no sleep, and then the vomiting will happen again."

"Yes, of course! Thank you so much, again."

"Anytime, but I've got to get going now. Another call to attend to!" the Healer Disapparated with a small pop, then a shifting of a woman's weight as it kneeled down beside whatever she lay upon. She was there for a few moments, before the girl's conscious was fully aware of everything again. "Sweetie? You awake, now?" and she nodded, "Okay, take this. It'll help you sleep." She nodded again, as a glass vile was pressed to her lips, and the smallest amount of liquid was poured onto her tongue. It was warm, a comfortable warm. Instantly, she felt drowsy again, as she fought to stay awake.

"No, babe, just sleep," the voice sounded distant as the potion claimed her, and she fell into a dreamless sleep.