The next few hours passed by agonisingly slow as they all did what they could for Sandra. Her convulsions thankfully stopped but her body felt like it was on fire, Casey stripping her down to her underwear in an attempt to cool her down while Kenneth used his shirt to run under the tap and pat her all over with the damp fabric. Rihanna merely sat, knees pulled up to her chest studiously looking anywhere but at Sandra. Casey couldn't believe her lack of empathy towards a friend of hers that was suffering.
Sandra was completely delirious, mumbling nonsense as she talked incessantly, harping on about demons and brimstone and being taken to the afterlife. It was unnerving to say the least. Eventually she fell silent and Casey checked her pulse, noting it was stronger than when she initially
