Fiery Dragon

Was it tremor or shaking,
She could not tell.
Getting through this very long day was,
Whatever it took,
The only wish and one thing
She was focusing on.

''Did anyone notice it?''
''No. I'm not hungry, but whatever...''
''Was it that obvious?''
''How many hours left?''
''This headache is killing me.''
''Calm down. Only a few more hours to go.''
''Inhale in, Breathe out, yes, just keep doing this.''
''Off to the ground in any minute soon, you'll be fine.''
''Hang in! Almost there.''

Then the body was suddenly not hers.
Not anymore.
Neither the hands, nor the legs.
Suppressing you-know-what only ''adds fuel to the fire.''
Gobbling up the tablet, then she waits,
For the fierce fiery dragon to die out.
''One Little, Two Little, Three Little Indians,
Four Little, Five Little, Six Little Indians,
Seven Little, Eight Little, Nine Little Indians,
Ten Little Indian Boys.''