Clara: No, I'm afraid it won't. I've seen this too many times before. If we don't get her to somewhere that has the ability to cope with something like this, she'll die.
*Clara shines a light on Melissa, wincing at what she sees. There are large gouge marks in her tail, sides, head, and legs that are all bleeding profusely. There are other marks on her outstretched wings and down the center of her face, cutting into her eyes, that are oozing the strange, lumpy stuff, which is a sickly yellow-green.*
(He, he. I love it when my writer's side kicks in.)