The next morning Michael found Zara sitting on the floor of the bathroom shower, with her arms wrapped around her legs with cold water running over her. He had no idea how long she had been there, as he was such a sound sleeper. Her skin was almost blue from cold and shivering so hard he heard her teeth chatter.
Shocked at the site, he lifted her from the shower grabbing towels to warm her.
"Baby, what are you doing? What's wrong?"
She quickly came out of the trance at the sound of his voice. Shaking her head, no, repeatedly.
"Z, what's wrong?"
She tried to speak, but nothing came out. She just stared at him, not sure how she got in the shower. A loud bang came from the hotel hallway and Zara's body clenched up. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her head flung back. Suddenly, she started shaking uncontrollably as a seizure overcame her.
"ZARA! ZARA! BABY! Can you hear me? Oh, god, no!"