<strong> Sarah Jane and Vincent</strong><br/>Sarah Jane was in pain, and it was all over her body, the rats seemed to have got everywhere on her skin and some of the bites had been very deep and all of them were raw and more than uncomfortable.<br/><br/>The girl was still awake though some of her wished she was not, “It fackin’ ‘urts... “ In the back Horlicks whined, the dog could smell the scent of the blood that even stained the seats of the van. “We…we could go to va clinic…bat…bat if yeah know better…” After all Sarah Jane considered that a fireman might know better.<br/><br/>“Yeah could jast drop me off or samfing…I don’t want ta be a bovver or naffin’” really the girl just wanted a cuppa and to sleep, though sleep was going to be hard with all the bites.<br/><br/>Turning then Sarah Jane looked at Vincent, “I fort vat…you was ‘urt?” He certainly didn’t appear so at least not now, perhaps she had been mistaken.<br/>.<br/><br/>