I can’t breathe. I can’t. After a few minutes to gather myself, bite through the pain slashing through my body as I crawl off the bed. It takes over half an hour to be able to sit and pull up my jeans. I transfigure a towel into a very loose blouse and slip it on. My skin is on fire and it gets worse on the spots the soft material touches it. I bite through it, knowing that I need to leave.