Michael heard Jaime's screams from all the way down the hall, down the stairs, in his office. His coffee mug clattered to the floor and he was in her room before the nurses had a chance to page him. Jaime was in her bed, thrashing about like a corned wild cat. tears streamed down her face and she screamed as though in mortal terror, and yet - she was not awake. The nurse at her bedside turned to Michael, her eyes wide with fear.

"Doctor, I can't wake her up!"

Michael reached for his patient. Her entire body - flesh and bionics - was trembling violently. "She's in shock. Get me 30 mg diazepam for injection and page Doctor Wells." The nurse nodded and nearly flew from the room. She returned mere moments and handed Michael a syringe. Rudy Wells followed close behind.

"Rudy, can you hold her arm still?" Michael plunged the needle into Jaime's arm and, as her movements slowed and the screaming ceased, he took her in his arms and gently patted her back to comfort her. Even Rudy couldn't object to this.

"Ok, Sweetheart - you're ok," Michael said soothingly. Her trembling stopped as she went limp in his arms. Her sobs continued, but more quietly. Her doctor took her pulse and monitored her breathing as he held her, and once her condition began to stabilize, he eased her back down into her bed.

"Steve..." she murmured, causing the young doctor to flinch. From the other side of her bed, Rudy arranged the blankets around her and wiped the tears from her face.

"Jaime, it's Rudy; can you hear me? It's time to wake up now."

Jaime let out one last urgent scream : "Steve!" She sat up in bed, suddenly jolted completely awake, and looked at the doctors in complete confusion. Rudy was looking at her intently, worry lining his face. Michael was staring at the floor.

"What?" she asked weakly.

Rudy put a hand on her forehead. Cool and normal. He took her hand. "Honey, are you in pain?" he asked.

"I...don't know...was falling..."

"You were dreaming, Sweetheart," Michael told her while Rudy filled another syringe from a vial in his pocket and injected her. "Do you remember what it was about? You were falling?" Michael glanced over at Rudy, then continued. "Was Steve with you?"

"Jus' kept falling," Jaime whispered. "So high..." She was trying to cooperate, but her eyelids felt like they were weighted with lead. "Was gonna die," she managed before slipping into drug-induced oblivion.

Rudy turned to the nurse. "Stay with her and page us immediately if there's any change." He motioned to Michael, and the two of them walked in stunned silence to Rudy's office.

"I'll run a CT scan once she's had some rest," Michael planned aloud. "Then a full neuro work-up. Damn! - I wish she could've told us more about that dream."

Both men fell silent for a moment, until the same thought hit them almost simultaneously. "Her accident!" they exclaimed in near-perfect unison.

"She was falling after her chute tore," Michael began.

"From 'so high' - and Steve was with her," Rudy continued. "The pieces fit. She's remembering her accident. That could actually be a good thing."

"Yeah, but if it sends her into physical shock...or if she starts rejecting again...Her memory is no blessing if it kills her."

Rudy nodded grimly. "We'll run your tests, and test for rejection antibodies, too. If all is well, we can go from there.

If not, we'll deal with it."

"And if our suspicions are right, I'll have to call Steve."

"Yup."

Several days and many tests later, it was clear that the nightmare had dealt Jaime's recovery a serious setback, severely weakening her body and making her (for the first time) fearful of what was ahead. Aside from that, they found no physical abnormalities or surgical complications.

"What about pentothal?" Michael suggested, looking for a way to test Jaime's memory without making her even more fearful.

"I think hypnosis is a better way to go," Doctor Wells told him.

"Maybe in normal cases, Rudy, but Jaime's already scared out of her mind; she could resist hypnosis to the point where it wouldn't work at all."

"You're her doctor," Rudy conceded. "It's ultimately your decision. I do hope you'll wait a little longer before you try it, though. She's still too weak to withstand what could happen."

"Of course. But you're her doctor too, Rudy. You've been with her longer than I have," Michael told him. "And I've always valued your opinion - even when I don't ask for it."

"Maybe, but this is your surgery. And I have to admit you're probably right about hypnosis. Even in the condition she's in, Jaime can be very strong-willed -"

"Stubborn?" Michael interjected.

Rudy smiled. "As long as you said it - stubborn enough to resist. But we have to tread very lightly, Michael."

"I know."