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sitting against the pillows, his eyes wide open and filled with blind, unspeakable terror. His face was drenched in sweat.
    His lips were stretched back over his teeth. His throat convulsed over and over again, and he seemed unable to draw breath except in gasps between each soundless scream. His splinted hands were held up near his face to ward off the terror his mind saw.
    "Rhys!" she cried, going towards him quickly.
    He did not hear her. He was still asleep, isolated in some terrible world of his own.
    "Rhys!" she repeated more loudly. "Wake up! Wake up you are safe at home!”
    Still his mouth was working in the fearful screams which racked his body. He could not see or hear Hester, he was in a narrow alley somewhere in St. Giles, seeing agony and murder.
    "Rhys!" Now she shouted peremptorily and put out her hand to touch his wrist. She was prepared for him to strike at her, seeing her as part of the attack. "Stop it! You are at home! You are safe!" She closed her hand over his wrist and shook him. His body was rigid, muscles locked. His nightshirt was wet through with sweat. "Wake up!" she shouted at him. "You must wake up!”
    He started to shake, violently, moving the whole bed back and forth.
    Then slowly he crumpled up and silent sobs shuddered through him, tears running down his face, the breath dragging in his throat.
    She did not even think about it; she sat on the bed and reached out her arms and held him, touching his thick hair gently, smoothing it off his brow, following the line of it on the nape of his neck.
    She sat there for a length of time she did not' measure It could have been as long as an hour.
    Then at last gently she let him go and eased herself away to stand up.
    She must change the damp and crumpled linen and make sure that in his distress he had not torn or moved any of his bandages.
    "I'm going to fetch clean sheets," she said quietly. She did not want him to think she was simply walking away. "I'll be back in a moment or two.”
    She returned to find him staring at the door, waiting for her. She put the linen down on the chair and moved over to help him on to one side of the bed so she could begin changing it around him. It was never an easy task, but he was too ill to get out altogether and sit in a chair.
    She was uncertain what internal injuries might be strained, or what wounds Dr. Wade had seen and she had not, which might be broken open.
    It took her some time, and he was obviously in considerable pain and she had to be patient, working around him, smoothing and straightening, rolling up and unfolding again. At last it was re-made and he lay exhausted. But his nightshirt had to be changed as well. The one he was wearing was soiled not only with sweat but with spots of blood. She longed to redress the larger wounds, to make sure they were properly covered, but Dr. Wade had forbidden her to touch them, in case removal of the gauze should tear the healing tissue.
    She held out the clean nightshirt.
    He stared at it in her hands. Suddenly his eyes were defensive again, the trust was gone. Unconsciously he pressed backwards into the pillows behind him.
    She picked up the light top quilt and spread it over him from waist to feet. She smiled at him very slightly, and guardedly, cautiously, he allowed her to pull the nightshirt up and off over his head. It hurt his shoulders to raise his arms, but he gritted his teeth and did not hesitate. She replaced it with the clean one and, fumbling guardedly under the sheets, pushed it down to cover him. Very carefully she smoothed the sheet and blankets again, and at last he relaxed.
    She re-stoked the fire, then sat down in the chair and waited until he should fall asleep.
    In the morning she was tired and extremely stiff herself. She never got used to sleeping in a chair, for all the times she had done it.
    She told Sylvestra about the incident, but briefly, without the true horror of pain she had witnessed. It was only in order to make sure that Dr.