She curled up and soon fell into a light sleep. Whix looked at the Doctor and said "What are we going to do? We can't let her be alone if this gets worse...Why did they do this to her?"
"I'll make sure she is ok," The Doctor told him. He yawned a bit "Though I need nap, and I don't know." He replied. He lay down staying by her and closed his eyes and mumbled.
Whix sighed then said "I will find out..." He vanished. A couple of hours later Avery started tossing and turning, sweat running down her face. She was muttering in her sleep, turning back and forth
The next morning Avery had made a few laps around the room. Covered in sweat and having reopened her wounds, she leaned against the wall breathing hard. "Can't....stop....work thru the pain"