Her throat glows unnaturally from the fires moving into her body. Her bones ache unceasingly gripped by unholy torture. Her blood boils gold. The image of an ultrasound falls out of her hand. She claws at her throat, unable to reach her lungs, stomach, and heart which are screaming out at her. Her every breath slows, the stink from her released bowls is unbearable, slowly her entire body goes numb, she can feel her heart-melting away, ...