Sara shuddered at the contact, her body tensing up, readied to fight off the next wave or terror. The smell of boozes laid waste to her psyche, her hands coiled around his arm, bringing him down to the floor. Her foot pressed to the base of his neck. She needed to snap out of it but her body and mind were on autopilot.
Cisco’s brain was already scrambled, and being thrown to the ground helped to snap him out of his own stupor. “Sara! It’s Cisco. You’re okay! You don’t have a red collar. Sara!” He pleaded between gasping breaths.
