The Nurse collided with his fist - to no avail. The Nurse reacted naught to David's attempts of protection, his own fist now stinging from his attacks on her and his arm oozing blood from the cuts along his forearms, blood stains grew on his shirt and shoes as droplets fell and clusters ran down along his arm. The Nurse continued towards David, he began crawling back out of reflex.
"Oh piss off!" David shouts at the assailant, voice jittering with the shock of the sudden attack still lingering. He continued moving away from her.
A fist flew into the cheek of the woman, looking to his right David could see that it was Justin who threw the punch - his face of concentration that was rigid and stoic melted with the lack of response from the Nurse, who had been pushed backwards and then began to laugh.
David picked himself up with a push and with the chair beside him for support, then he began to push the skin of his new wound together to stop some of the bleeding.
"Shit.. Fuck.." David looked at the injury he had gained, the blood continuing to flow although thanks to the pressure it began to reduce. A click at his side caught his attention, one of the others had stepped out of the room, unlocking the door in the process. Looking around he counted several others who were still with him and Justin.
"What are you doing?!" he grunts at them, "Go! Get out" he screams, flinging his arm towards the door and pointing outside.
A blur passed him - It was Justin, he had been thrown across the room and into a table, groaning in pain it didn't seem like he would get up at a seconds notices. Turning again he saw who managed the feat; it was the Nurse, eyes glowing a bright shade of orange and no less malevolent.
"Useless..." she begins, bending down and retrieving her scalpel which glinted at the edge with a dab of David's blood. "There's something out there that makes us sooooo small!" She looks towards David, who flinches at the movement. "So... why even try...?" She asks, to which David responds by stepping towards the nearest medical cabinet.
"C'mon... Something flammable.. Christ why the hell is this happening?" David hurriedly ponders in his mind with panic affecting his thoughts. He begins scouring the shelf, throwing bottles aside to find anything with the universal sign of flammability; an orange box containing a black flame. Looking back every other second to be sure the woman wasn't at his side to attack him he attempts to no avail to talk to her coherently, to distract her from his search and her attack - "Yes, ah.. Well this- Small.. Wait ho- AH!" he finally cries, his search lasted several seconds and it was already accomplished, from the shelf he withdrew a litre bottle of rubbing alcohol and held it out in front of himself and towards the creature.
"Well.. er, too bad you aren't... that thing then..." He trails, his attempt at a word 'put down' already unraveling, "... Because I bet fire still hurts! HAH!" He forces a laugh before continuing. "Now stop because I don't want to use this." he uncaps the lid with unsteady hands, "So you need to stop! Justin... you okay?" he calls to his friend. He didn't have a lighter but she didn't need to know that, incase she did though... his eyes never leaving the attacker as he spoke to Justin.