” Lonnie moved over to one of the doctors who worked on another burn victim. “What can I do to help?”The doctor looked up, “Hold this, here,�... he said.Lonnie pressed down and looked at the student as she winced in pain, “You okay?”“No. You wanna get that boyfriend of yours to work some of his magic on me?”“I think its best he keeps to the bad ones first,” Lonnie said and then thought a moment. “Here, look into my eyes,” she said.Lonnie touched her skin while they stared into each other’s eyes.. "Thanks, I'm quite full though." "Go on, have one." I complied, taking one from the box. As I did, I noticed we had somehow grown closer on the sofa, we were an inch away from touching, and the space felt magnetized and electric. I bit into the soft dough in a deliberate slow manner which I suppose, admittedly, was meant to be a little seductive. I kept eye contact. "Good?" he asked. "Excellent," I said. At that he closed the gap between us, his thigh touching mine. I began to feel very warm. I need her, need to feed, make her mine. I always had a crush on her. She was stern, some said bitchy, but only because she had to take charge in her position, be taken seriously. Married, a bit older than me, mid-30s. Strong, mature, someone that I could never have. But also someone that always showed my coworkers and I such kindness. She even invited a bunch of us over one time. She said we were welcome, “anytime”. A passing phrase, mostly just being polite, but now it seems so important.. The woman screamed as each grabbed a limb, chewing on her flesh and tearing her skin with their teeth, trying to reach her life-giving blood beneath. As she bled, they’d latch on, thrashing their heads and opening her wounds further, draining more of her blood. Those who couldn’t reach any would chew or bite somewhere else, seeking a vein or artery—though they didn’t seem to grasp where to find them.Catching up, Lisa stopped, horrified. “No!” she gasped, but without enough force to change.