It's not as strong as back in the dream, but... It's like I can feel a dull stirring in my chest just looking at where I...

[No, he can't say it. It's not just this time that the notion of biting her until she bled upsets him. It's the other times. That very first attempt on that first Halloween. That time when he was a lindworm and killed her by it.

That taste of her blood filling his mouth...

It's also vivid still even now, and again he feels sick to his stomach, his expression worsening before he roughly jerks himself away from her to get off the bed.]

I need some water.

[Something rinse out this horrid aftertaste that lingers even now, phantom or not.]