She can't run far. Her breath leaves her, her peripheral vision blurring. She stumbles and grabs Guy's wrist.

"Don't let him touch me. I don't want him to touch me." She can't even tell what she's saying, just that she's muttering.

It feels like it did when she was a teenager, when her throat and chest would seize up, her body allying with fear to rebel against her conscious mind. It feels uncontrollable, unnamed, and the horrible part is that she knows why but she can't remember it. She can deduce what must have happened but her head is a black hole.