Coming in to find Tori sprawled out in the kitchen threw me into immediate action. The way she'd so pitifully looked up at me brought a pang to my heart. Her face was drained of color, her eyes wide with fear once she saw me above her. She'd whimpered, "No, please, I can't go back." Before passing out in my arms. Her body had gone dead weight, the hand she was gripping my arm with falling away. Reaching her bed, I lay her on it. There were no constraints to worry about as she was still in the T-shirt I'd chosen for her. Taking two fingers, I press them to her carotid to check that her pulse was regular. It was. It looked to me that she'd only fainted. I see no blood. Tilting her head forward, I search for any knots or soft spots. If she'd hit her head hard enough when falling, she could
