So, it was done.
Her body went limp, and she fell to the floor. There she lay, sprawled out at my feet. Her limbs, once pale and colorless, now glowed with ruddy life, and with a sudden gasp, she began to breathe again; besides that soft movement, she lay still as one in a deep sleep.
I crouched down and touched her bare shoulder; it was warm. My own hand was a snowy white against her flesh, and I realized the practical import of how much blood she’d taken. Dizziness swelled about my head; the world grew fuzzy and dark.
