Molly burst into the hold just in time to be quite literally backhanded by the metallic scent of blood. She gagged, covering her nose and trying hard not to vomit. It felt like someone had rubbed the inside of her nose with sandpaper the scent was so raw and powerful. She heard Micah's mental shout and looked up to see him flying towards her. She stumbled back, managing to unceremoniously fall on her butt thanks to the hands that were busy holding her nose. The young woman's eyes were wide, and went even wider as she heard the winged fox impact the wall behind her. Bile rose in her throat and as much as she wanted to stay and help Micah, she was no good to anybody right now. She scrambled up and ran out of the hold, so eager to get out of there that she clipped her shoulder on the corner. The red head let out a pained groan but kept going, feeling her stomach roll dangerously as she tried to keep down what Ivan had fed her earlier. She<em>had</em>to find a bathroom.<br/><br/>She just barely made it. Molly started to cry as she threw up, not just because she hated the feeling, but for not helping Micah. There was nothing she could have done by the time she had gotten there, but she still felt bad. The anthro had been kind to her- she should have paid him back for it.