| 1 | She handed me something, it felt like a shirt. | |
| 2 | I could feel it soaking the shoulder of my shirt, hear it dripping on the wood below. | |
| 3 | "I don't think I'll fit..." I hesitated, but her hands were abruptly pulling my shirt over my head. | |
| 4 | The blood - spreading crimson across my white shirt, pooling rapidly on the floor - was driving him mad with thirst. |