The Choice - Bob

Delphi honestly wasn't sure what to expect. She had hoped that her blood would have been toxic to the worms, killed them off, and saved the poor wolf. Instead, it had the opposite effect. Poor Bob, once the worms had sloughed from his mouth onto her leg, began to spit and vomit from the nasty, acrid taste of her blood.

Her eyes widen slowly as the worms slide through the thick mucous from Bob's mouth into the open wound on her leg. Blood mixes with goop, sending a burning sensation tingling up her leg and through her body. She gasps at the pain, her stomach beginning to roil. The sight of the worms sliding in, wriggling under her skin, up her leg, farther and farther into her body.

Fear takes hold of her as she stumbles backward a step, gaze lifting to the sick wolf. "What did you do to me?" Her voice is hoarse, water brimming the edges of her eyes as saliva begins to pool in her mouth. Every inch of her trembles in horror as the worms continue to wiggle their way through her. The sensation is not painful, but it's not pleasant. It's unsettling. It's as if her veins and skin have come alive. No longer is her small body smooth and flat, well toned muscle peeking through. Instead, it is bumpy and moving of its own accord. The worms take over, attempting to find their way into her organs.

She can no longer hold it back. Whatever contents were in her stomach launch up her throat and onto the ground. Heaving forcefully until dry coughs sputter from her lips. Ears folded back, wounded leg shaking violently. Delphi wants to scream. Wants to tear her leg off. Peel her skin from her very body to rid herself of these things. But she can't. She can't stop them. Can't stop the vomiting. Every time she looks, every time she feels another one move beneath her skin, her stomach heaves.

"HErlp," Delphi tries to gurgle, spittle and chunks lining her lips as distraught eyes look around at the group. Lingering on Strai, on Vidarr, Coran, Sedna, Medusa. Why weren't they doing anything? Were they going to let her DIE? She sits back, slumping onto her butt, straightening up so that she can paw at the open wound with her other paw. Delphi attempts to start digging the worms out, out, out, but they don't come. They've gone under, inside, and in between. The slithering sensation of them moving between her insides doesn't stop. Constant, she can feel each and every one as they invade her body.

"Delphi"