Sciklla forced herself to look at Strange, though she couldn't see him. She turned her head to the side, staring at the floor. There was nothing she could do. There was nothing Strange could do, either... or was there? Sharp, sudden pain made her gasp, and she bolted upright, looking right at Strange. I need you... I need you to... she squinted. The pain she felt entering her chest gave her body enough life to move to save herself. She shot out her hand, grabbing Strange's wrist. Barely thinking, she put the recently healed hand right where the evil crawling through her flesh was aimed for. Right above her heart. She forced the energy from her mind through her arms, and right into his hand. From there, she gathered up some of his power, forcing it combined with her own back into herself. Slowly, her heart protected itself with a barrier of light. The rest of the darkness suddenly disappeared. It crowded around the light, attacking it, trying to break through. Then, suddenly, all was still. She swayed for a moment, then her eyes rolled back into her head, and she passed out.
{That would be so much more intense if I had found a way to make it more sense-making
Nobody is dead... yet}