Her mouth was dry, and it tasted disgusting. She blamed the blood, which had dried and rotted on her tongue. There was still a faint metallic tang, though otherwise the taste had been transformed entirely. Even blood, nauseating though it was, tasted better than this.
The fact that her first thought after that was, 'how did vampires cope with this?' was proof enough that she wasn't in her right mind. It hurt to breathe and it hurt to think. She opened her eyes and immediately shut them again upon the discovery that light made the headache worse.