Catherine smelled something delicious. A smell she simply couldn’t ignore, it was making her mouth water. She wanted to know where it came from; she pulled the IV from her arm and got out of bed. She wobbled a little, pins and needles in her legs. It was an unpleasant feeling, and she almost lost her balance. If she didn’t hold tight onto the rim of the bed, then she would have fallen. She pulled herself up to the rim and sat on the bed. To bring the blood circulation in motion, she rubbed her hands over her legs until the pins and needles disappeared. She gave walking another try, holding her arms out to help stay balanced, stopping her from falling. The walking got a little better. In the hallway, she sniffed the air and determined the direction from where it came. At the elevator, she noticed Carl. The elevator closed behind him. “Was that Sybil?” she wondered.
“Indeed. Say, isn’t it better for you to go back into bed?”
“I’ve already spent more than enough time in bed, thank you. By the way, I smell a delicious scent,” she said and moistened her lips. Her stomach announced itself loud and clear with a grunting sound. The scent, which apparently came from him, was irresistibly tasty that she couldn’t ignore, and with bared teeth, she walked to Carl. Her eyes were fixed on his face, and she noticed a few drops of sweat had appeared on the surface of his forehead. For a moment, she had the feeling that she could hear his heartbeat pounding behind his chest at a high rate. Involuntarily she compared his big, frightened eyes with the eyes of an observant bunny when she came closer to him. It was as if she looked through an x-ray machine at him because his carotid artery had a red glow. Her hunger increased intensely with every step she took, and she wanted to satisfy her hunger as soon as possible.