Finey awoke in a haze, feeling something all over her. She pulled up her shirt to reveal her abdomen and uncovered the unpleasant sight of leeches. She pulled them off one by one and in a small blaze flaming in her hand she burnt each on into ashes and let the ashes blow from the palm of her hand out the bus window. She hated the sorry little blood-suckers and had no use for them. A small healing sell and she had the tiny wounds closed, but the slimy feeling stayed on her skin, making her want a flaming hot shower.