Ravensblood Forest Let your walls down

Morgana's voice surprised Bridget as it came, with no warning, from someplace out of sight. Even if there had been cues it was doubtful she would have noticed them. Still, there was no fear, only frustration as she turned and her body tottered unsteadily. Fucking shit.

Hadn't noticed. Her voice was dry enough to crack, but she couldn't help stiffening. Any fight would be a clear death sentence to her, yet if this voice intended to finish the job, maybe a single bite would be enough to make sure she regretted it. A single bite had done this to her.

She needed long-term help desperately. But even with death lurking, she was too proud to beg for it. Have a good laugh. Sure. No one was but she thought it was pretty funny. A medic about to die because she couldn't treat her own wound. Hilarious even.