Things blurred when he lifted her leg. It hurts, still bleeding and still a bright sharp pain where his fingers touch nerves too close to the area for comfort. She doesn't watch, doesn't want to see the thing happen. Doesn't want to see flesh boil, bubble, burn.

So the searing pain is surprising and immediate. It's like nothing else in her life, a burn so intense she can't think, can't breathe. Nostrils flare, her mouth bites down on cloth not made to handle sharp fangs tearing into it. Her whole body jerks, spasms, kicks and arches out in an attempt to be free of this horror. She has to force herself to take a breath, one, two, three.

The pain is so intense that she doesn't realize what a mistake she's made until she feels tears threaten to fall.

She can't breathe properly and the smell is settling in her hair, her nose, all parts of her smell like death and terror and she can't breathe.