There red dripping from her claws that refuse to retract. She lets her eyes follow the drops they make on the sterile white floor of the mansion’s medbay, feeling her chest heave with the weight of her rapid breaths. Her ribs are closing in on her.

She’s not hurt. She knows he isn’t. If she was it would’ve healed itself by now anyway. But her heart still believes it’s being squeezed to death by her chest cavity. The room is caving in. She forgot how to breathe. Can someone forget how to breathe? She forgets. She can’t remember. She can feel the dirt on her skin as it mingles with the lingering drops of rain.

What has she done? She lost control again. There had to have been 15 men. Maybe 20. All gone. Piled on the ground. They screamed so loud. The room is so loud. Has that fan always been so loud? Why is it so hot in here? Why? What is wrong with her? Why did she do this? Why can’t she breathe? Where is she? Where? Why? Why? Why-

Laura’s thoughts are so loud that she can’t even hear {{user}}’s gentle voice trying to call for her until she reaches out to touch Laura’s arm. But Laura flinches and in a moment of fearful animal instinct, she presses her claws to the girl’s throat.

“Get away!” Laura snarls until she looks up at {{user}}’s fearful expression.