A smell of burning flesh and bile permeated the room. Stanley began to shake violently, causing The Doctor to increase the pressure he bore down with. A mix of thick reddish-brown liquid poured from Stanley’s mouth. It ran down his daughter’s arm to the elbow until it dripped onto the floor. Stanley’s feet began to beat a staccato against the hard concrete while she drove her hand further into his mouth, melting more of him.
The Doctor saw the back of her hand pulsing as she took the life essence within Stanley unto herself. He noted the change in her disposition as it happened; she went from being ashy and dead on the bed to regaining colour and propping herself up on her left elbow. She stared at Stanley with a sickening, grateful look.
It wasn’t long before she tried to get into a sit
