A sound bubbled in her throat, something between shock and disgust, as her mind registered what happened first. Hot, black carnage dripped from her mouth, soaked into her clothes and stuck to her skin. Jessica coughed, covered her mouth to keep from heaving, and when it happened again, she dropped to the ground with her friend, in that puddle of rot, and caught her before her gaunt frame hit the floor. "Wanda, hey hey hey--" Gently patting her cheek, Jessica pleaded for her to wake up, come on, help me out here, wake up. She quickly checked for her pulse, and then pulled her further into arms. She didn't know what to do, but to get her away from the bile and corpses on the floor, and picked her up to lay her on the bed. Breathless, she carefully bent to lower her on the pillows, while her mind scrambled to figure out what to do next.