Puppet's body was spazing in every contorted way. She was deprived of the one thing she needed to survive. Pein hadn't gotten far when Puppet's wound took a step backwards to healing, and was starting to eat away at her skin. Blood seeped through to the bed she laid upon, and she was having trouble breathing.
"What's wrong?!" Pein said, looming over her.
As she opened her mouth to speak, she coughed up blood, weakening her more. "Blood..."
Pein turned quickly, "You heard her! Get some blood in her!" A minor servant came in with a blood transfusion machine in front of his, he started to insert the blood into her veins, but Puppet snarled and swat at it.
"I thought you said you..."
"I need to DRINK blood... fresh from a human... not..." She paused to cough up more blood, "... not... that stuff you use in hospitals..." Her body continued to spasm, as her demon roared with pain.
Pein didn't know what to do, so as he moved to go, Puppet called after him, "Hurry..."
Then... her heartbeat stopped...
