Coma

Emily. Pain. Searing, soul-deep pain is the first thing I'm aware of as I claw my way back to consciousness. It feels like my blood has turned to molten lava, scorching through my veins with every labored beat of my heart. A wounded keening fills my ears and it takes long moments to realize the alien sound is tearing from my own raw throat. Hurts, it hurts, make it stop, please please please-- I thrash weakly against the sweat-soaked sheets, my muscles seizing in uncontrollable spasms. Somewhere deep in my body, Eartha howls like a thing possessed. I've never felt her so strongly, the wolf soul and the witch gene boiling together in a tempest that threatens to tear me apart at the seams. Eartha's primal scream reverberates in my skull. I Need Our Mate! Animal desperation clogs my throat. I want to claw the burning itch from my skin, to carve out the unnatural compulsion pulsing in my core. This isn't me, this snarling wild thing ready to beg and debase myself for any whisper of relief.