Vanessa's breath grew irregular as the area around the wound began to swell in an angry red tinge. She needed to cut off the poisoned flesh but her vision was blurring and her tongue seemed thick.<span style="font-style: italic">It attacks your brain, sending false signals which increase as the poison begins to spread.</span>"Help me... cut. Don't touch... blood..." She pointed at her wound, hoping that someone would actually get what she meant.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Ren was surprised Stella could pull him back, but he said nothing. He saw Vanessa go down and teleported her to the back, where she would not be trampled on. He managed to find a roll of bandage inside one of the drawers. He moved over to wrap some over the would and was surprised that Vanessa rejected treatment. He turned back to where Stella stood, "Stella, she needs help now!"<br/><br/>******<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Fine, I'll do it myself.</span>Vanessa attempted to form a scalpel from her blood but with her concentration splitting up everywhere, the blood just ended up like a red mess.