She was able to flinch away from his touch upon her cheek, but was powerless to stop him from touching her foot. She couldn't even feel him touching it, to be honest, but the sight of it alone was enough to make her angry. "Don't touch me," she snapped. "You haven't the right."
Her head fell back against the pillows as her anger and frustration, heartache and fear all seemed to come rushing to the surface at one time. She had been doing such a good job of keeping it all in check, too. But it seemed that the venom wasn't only weakening her physically, but emotionally as well. And now that she was certain death was imminent, she saw no reason not to speak her mind to the man she had once given her heart to completely.
"Good," she said bitterly when he told her he couldn't remove the venom. "I welcome death." And even though she wasn't half as tired as she had been, she forced herself to close her eyes once more just out of pure spite.