The one thing the doctor had mentioned that put Adam's guard up was counseling.  Recollections of what Trish Stratus had said popped into his mind, which made him angry.  However, Dr. Perl had explained.

"Women in your fiancee's predicament usually need therapy to overcome the grief they often feel over the loss of the baby."

The tall blond man had nodded in understanding.  But it had seemed that Amy was dealing with this very well.  Certainly, having her closest friends around her helped.

As far as Trish went, Adam had barely spoken two words to the little blonde since she'd told him about her suspicions regarding the redhead's strange dreams.  She and the four men were staying in a hotel a few blocks from the hospital.  Adam didn't see her all that much since he was at the hotel very little, as he was frequently at Amy's bedside.

He watched over the woman he loved as she slept, keeping the chair directly at her bedside.  He leaned over to caress her hair, her brow furrowing in her sleep as she evidently experienced more dreams.

For the most part, Amy remained calm as she slept - for a few minutes while she dreamt.  After awhile, she began to move around restlessly in the bed, soft murmurs escaping her.

Adam gazed down at her with concern as her movements increased, her nocturnal utterances turning into moans.  Before too long, she began thrashing around in the hospital bed so much, the blond man was afraid she might inadvertently pull the tube out of her arm.

He stood over her bed, placing a restraining yet gentle hand on his fiancee in what he considered a feeble attempt to calm her.

"Ames!  It's all right, baby!"  The Canadian pressed a hand to her cheek, then slapped it gently, trying to rouse her.  It didn't work.

The redhead's eyes actually snapped open for a few seconds, and Adam was certain she wasn't even seeing him as she stared up into his face.  If anything, she seemed to be looking right through him, at some unseen horror beyond.

"Wake up, baby...it's me - it's Adam..." he crooned as he looked down into her face with concern.

Instead of awakening, the young woman seemed to calm down for a beat, then resumed her almost violent thrashing, adding screams to the movements.

"Oh, God..."

A nurse suddenly ran into the room.  "What's going on in here?"

Adam briefly glanced over his shoulder at the woman.  "I...I think she's having a nightmare."

The nurse came forward to the bed, laying a hand on Amy's now deathly pale face.  "Honey, you have to wake up."

The tall blond man looked at the nurse frantically.  "What happens if she doesn't wake up from this dream?"

"Then we give her some valium to calm her down...This can't be any ordinary dream she's having."  The nurse grabbed firm hold of Amy's right hand, shaking it a bit.  "Talk to her..." she instructed Adam.  He did as she said.

After another moment or so, the redhead's hazel eyes opened, widened in terror, and she glanced around, her breathing still hard and fast.  The first person she saw was the nurse, but when her eyes fell on the tall Canadian blond man, she seemed to measurably calm down.

"A-Adam...?"  Her voice sounded small and weak, uncertain like a lost child's.

"It's me, sweetie...it's me...I'm here."  He grasped her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The diva burst into tears, her sobs harsh and wracking her entire body.

The blond gathered her form against him as best he could, hugging her tightly, kissing her forehead, pushing aside some strands of damp, sweaty auburn off her brow.

As the redhead continued to cling to him, burrowing her face into Adam's chest, the nurse spoke.

"Does she always experience such traumatic dreams?"

"Lately, yes...over the last week or so..."  He couldn't help but recall what Trish had speculated - but that couldn't be the case.  It just seemed too impossible.

"Maybe you should talk to the doctor about them...I do remember a nurse from the early evening shift mentioning a woman patient having bad dreams," the woman said.

Adam swallowed hard, his mouth having gone dry as he still held fast to the distraught redhead.  "Are you saying that nurse said it was Amy?"

"Yes...she never mentioned the patient's name or room number, but she said it was a young woman with red hair who came in and had an ectopic pregnancy."

The tall blond man eyed the nurse with horror.  Oh, God... He cursed himself for not having been there with her at such a time.

Another horrible thought occurred to him - what if maybe, just maybe - Trish was right about why Amy was having these nightmares?

As the nurse stepped out of the room, Amy continued to cling desperately to Adam.

"It was horrible!" she cried.  She pressed her face even more tightly against his chest as she sobbed.

The blond man stroked a hand over her long hair, whispering calmly to her.  "Shh...it's okay, Ames...you're safe, sweetie...you're safe..."

She pulled away to stare up into his emerald eyes, and Adam's heart nearly broke at the anguish he saw in her face.

"He...he...attacked her again..." she said, her voice reducing to a near-whisper.  "He left b-b-b-bruises on her!  He was about to r-rape her again..."

The Canadian stared into her eyes with horror for a beat before pulling her against him again.

"It's over, honey...shh...it was only a dream..." he spoke.

Despite his words, a horrible, twisting, sinking feeling gripped Adam.  It churned his stomach, and Trish's words echoed hollowly in his mind.

"I think all the things Amy's been describing from her dream have really happened - to her...I think, sometime in her past, she was kidnapped and...raped..."