"No!" She scrambles back with frantic pushes of her feet against the bed, propelling herself across it away from the figure beside the bed, still half-asleep and snared in her nightmares. Her heart pounds like a hammer in her chest, and she's clammy and cold with sweat as she tries to drag herself up out of the confusing thick clog of sleep. "No," she says again, stronger now but still frantic and wrenched from her, pressing her back hard into the wall as if she can sink through it. Her hands are up, as if to ward off an attacker.