It didn't take long for the poison to take effect.
My vision blurred. I can feel my body starting to reject the blood. My hand shot out to my mouth, trying to keep it in but it was too late. I heaved, and blood spilled hot and coppery across the floor, staining the carpet. It tasted rotten.
Warm trickles ran down my nose, down into tiny drops on the floor. I watched, wide-eyed, trying to keep my vision from spinning too hard when the metallic smell filled my head, until the room narrowed into a single, roiling ache.
My limbs went loose. I can't seem to hold myself any longer. Voices around me became a faraway roar. There was someone shouting, other voices rising in panic. But they were all a blur, when the world tipped.
The hardness of the floor was rushing up. I was falling, until I felt a pair of strong, desperate arms holding me before I hit the ground. It felt like home. Am I home?
"I've got you," he murmured in my ear, steady as a promise. Safe.
