In many ways, having the...thing (Calvin could no longer think of it as his sister, not after seeing those teeth) pull away from his arm was even more painful than being bitten in the first place. Sharp teeth ripped already torn flesh, making the wounds deeper and more jagged. He couldn't help a low whimper, but a voice in the back of his mind--one that didn't even feel like his voice--said well, at least she chose the arm that was already broken! in a morbidly cheerful sort of way.

Keman could be really fucking obnoxious sometimes.

Calvin slumped against the wall, holding his now twice-wounded arm and hating the feel of blood slowly seeping into his cast. It was horrible. He barely registered the arrival of two more people on the scene; all he could see was the creature that wore Shauna's face. He'd stopped crying the moment it bit him, but there were still tears on his cheeks that hadn't quite dried yet.

"'m okay," he mumbled when asked. "She bit me. Suddenly grew teeth and bit me."