The smell and the sight of blood makes Pam's fangs come down.
She is hungry. So hungry.
That primal hunger supersedes the instinct to sleep, even the feeling of pain, as she sits upright with Eric's help. And without hesitation she presses her lips to the bleeding puncture wounds on Jemma's smooth, slender wrist, and begins to drink.
The warm blood filling her mouth as she swallows almost at once seems to revive her. She's alert enough to want to hold Jemma's arm up herself, her fingers cold and firm, as they brush against Eric's. But not much else goes through her mind except the sweet, sweet taste on her tongue, counteracting the sharp, prickling sensation of her skin slowly regenerating, which at this point hurts almost as much as the burns themselves. And the process will take a little time, given that the chains had dug into her flesh and remained there for almost two days.
Fortunately Eric can pay attention to Jemma's heartbeat so Pam doesn't have to.
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She is hungry. So hungry.
That primal hunger supersedes the instinct to sleep, even the feeling of pain, as she sits upright with Eric's help. And without hesitation she presses her lips to the bleeding puncture wounds on Jemma's smooth, slender wrist, and begins to drink.
The warm blood filling her mouth as she swallows almost at once seems to revive her. She's alert enough to want to hold Jemma's arm up herself, her fingers cold and firm, as they brush against Eric's. But not much else goes through her mind except the sweet, sweet taste on her tongue, counteracting the sharp, prickling sensation of her skin slowly regenerating, which at this point hurts almost as much as the burns themselves. And the process will take a little time, given that the chains had dug into her flesh and remained there for almost two days.
Fortunately Eric can pay attention to Jemma's heartbeat so Pam doesn't have to.