I blanched. "Why would it do that? Why is my body rejecting it!" I struggled to say.
His gaze lingered on my wound. He furrowed his brow, cursing darkly. "I don't know. But..."
"But what?" I said weakly.
He sank to the floor, leaning his head against the bed and sighing raggedly. "It can mean nothing good."
"Sweet Mother Mary..." I said faintly, staring up at the looming ceiling. The sickle moon winked back at me through the oculus high above. Tears pricked my eyes. "This is worse than Calculus!"
He exploded. "Your life is at stake, Shannon! Try and understand the gravity of this situation!"
"Life? What life? I don't have one anymore, apparently!" I said hysterically, crying out in pain as my body shook with sorrow.
"By God, don't cry! - get a hold of yourself," he commanded. "You're breathing, aren't you?"
"Am I?" I bawled, choking on watery snot.
