Savannah
Blood dripped from my chin as Eventide guided me through corridors that blurred at the edges of my vision. My legs refused to cooperate, buckling with each step like they'd turned to liquid. Each time my knees gave out, Eventide's grip on my waist tightened, her inhuman strength the only thing keeping me upright.
"My bones," I gasped, spitting a mouthful of copper-tasting blood onto the polished floor. "They feel like Jell-O."
Eventide's arm locked around my waist, preventing another collapse. "What is this... jell-oh?"
Even through the fog of pain and terror, that struck me as funny. I wheezed out a laugh that sent fresh blood spattering down my shirt.
"Wiggly dessert. Bright colors." My words slurred, tongue feeling too thick for my mouth. "Jiggles when you poke it." I demo
