Unlike the last time she was bedridden, Sina has to fight to stay asleep. Each time she wakes, she has to remember all over again that what happened to her, what she saw, was real. It's too painful, and is draining her more than a physical malady ever could.
For once, her usual recurring dream of the black beach with the green sky has become a refuge. She lies curled in the sand as the waves lap gently against her, and she waits for them to swallow her. It never happens.