Bri sniffled, wiping her face with the towel.  She leaned into Clancy, letting him support her while silent tears still slid down her face, accompanied by the odd hiccup.  She looked down to see more blood trickling down the tub and reached for the toilet paper again, pulling several sheets off and wadding them up to catch the blood before it ran to the floor and ruined the rug.  Leaning back into Clancy's arms, she sighed, hiccupped, and sniffed.  "I'm sorry, Clancy.  I'm a mess.  I haven't felt like myself since..."  Her voice trailed off, but she knew he knew what she meant.<br/><br/>She turned her head to press her face into his warm skin, breathing in his scent.  A titillating scent that made something inside her click.  Despite the soreness and the blood, her body wanted more.  And she had a very hard time fighting her instincts.  Like an animal, she rubbed her face along his chest, reaching an arm around his body to run her hand along his side.  Unable to fight the drive, she turned in his arms and kissed his chest, just to the side of his nipple.  She found the nipple and took it into her mouth, sucking gently.  Bri's nipples puckered as she pressed her breasts against his side, brushing against his skin.  This brought a soft sigh and gentle moan out of her mouth.  She didn't remember that blood was dribbling slowly out of her body.  She didn't care.  Her instincts were telling her what she needed, and she followed them.  Her hand came up Clancy's chest, and she released his nipple to kiss up his chest.  As she was straining to reach higher, she came to, pulling back.<br/><br/>"Shit," she whispered with feeling as she withdrew.  She gripped the towel again.  Bri's body did things before she could stop it.  She hated it.  She hated the freak she had become.  Looking up into his face, she realized what she needed.  "I need help," she whispered, shoving her face into the towel.  Her muffled voice came from behind it.  "I can't do this.  I don't know what's going on with me.  It's like I lose my mind.  Like something else, or someone else, is thinking for me.  Help me."  She looked up from the towel, eyes begging, face crestfallen.  "Please, Clancy, help me learn to control this.  I'm so lost."  A single tear shot down her cheek, falling into her naked lap.  She gripped the towel in both hands, holding it against her neck and chest, only partially forgotten.  "I can't do it alone.  I don't ever want to do anything alone ever again."