She bent over as sharply as if she'd been punched in the stomach, and drops of blood spattered her lap and knees and the dust at her feet. Brother Peter watched helplessly as the fit tore the dying woman apart.

By slow, torturous degrees, the coughs eased in intensity and then slowly, slowly passed.

By lilacsky, September 11, 2013.

Found in Fire and Ash, authored by Jonathan Maberry.