There was blood. Lots of blood, she could feel the red liquid just ooze, and flow thickly out of the three sharp cuts in her skin. They stung and burned, but that wasn't what was making Ana panic, it was the fact that she was shaking and twitching, she felt light headed and sick, dizzy, cold where the burn was not. She had to cover the wounds, NOW. With a growing tremor in her body, Ana wrapped her hand around her cloak and started to try and clot the large cats scratches as desperately as she could. In Ana's mind all that mattered was keeping the flow of blood stemmed, so she scrunched her neck inwards to try and smoosh the severed skin back together along with tightening her cloak where she had been bleeding profusely.
When Ximal rushed to her all frantic like, could anyone blame her when she snapped at him for gawking instead of helping? Gasping out painfully "Don't just stand there, we need a medic--!!" she cringed as a wave of nauseia passing by made her world spin rapidly, crumpling into a ball, she began to whimper. There was pain in her jaw, pain in her throat, pain in her stomach, her body, her head, the cat hadn't even scratched the rest of her body, but she was going into shock. Black edged into her vision, suddenly the idea of sleep wasn't so bad, just ignore the problem and it would go away.. It was a suspicious thought, one that had an underlying consequence to it.
She didn't listen to it, fearing too much what the outcome would have been, instead she clung to Ximal, focusing on keeping pressure applied to the deep scratches. The fool had finally picked her up, and rushed away from the scene, hopefully to Spires, to the medical petal, she groaned as another wave of uncertaintity crashed on her. Shutting her eyes for a moment, she wouldn't open them again until help had been recieved, and hopefully quickly.