Her left leg is itching. Not the kind of itch you can scratch. It’s just slightly vibrating. A nervous twitch. As though that one part of her body was more ready to go than the others. Her head wanted to stay. She knew that but her foot had other ideas. And now it had spread up the length of her entire leg.
It must, she reasoned, have been the left hand side of her brain that wanted to stay. Something to do with cross lateralness or something. Each side of the brain controlling the other half of the body.
But slowly the adrenalin was building up in her limbs, her brain was the last to succumb. Just a fraction of a second before she ran the liquid in her brain felt like it had been turned into a fizzy drink.