get out of my head

Viviane bit at her lip as the stranger spoke. She didn't believe in curses, not really a, but she could understand why someone would think that. She was half ready to believe it herself, from the sheer strangeness of the problem. But the stranger was getting frantic, and that would spell disaster for one or both of them if Viv wasn't careful. "Hey, hey, its all right, listen. I will see what I can do about your head, ok? Then we will see what we can do about your sickness. Listen, my name is Viv, ok? I'm going to take care of you. Can you tell me your name?" As her words sought to distract the woman, Viviane was examining the bloody mess the woman had made of her forehead. She wiped gently at the blood to try to clean it away to see what she was dealing with... and dreaded that she would indeed see crystals growing from the eound as so many had begun to displau.