Tell me I'm not dying
09-14-2020, 09:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-14-2020, 09:34 AM by Dalila.)
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it! An internal loop of panicked, pained cursing continued to reel through her mind as she leaned against one of the trees in this hellish swamp that she got caught in. Her blind running had landed her in this cursed place and she'd almost gotten herself caught in some quick sand, but she'd managed to get out of that and found a spot of solid ground for her to sit on. She leaned her uninjured shoulder into the trunk of the tree and panted hard as she looked down at her left shoulder at the deep bite that cut across it. There was a few more bites and scratches scattered around her neck and legs and even a few smaller ones on her sides, but the one on her shoulder was probably the most concerning. There was enough blood, both her own and from others, to make it look like a dark reddish black was one of the colors in her marbled coat. Everything hurt and the adrenaline in her system was starting to ebb away so she was really beginning to feel the pain and blood loss she had just gone through. Of all the things she had been taught, healing and triage wasn't one of them so she really had no idea what to do. Shit. She kept replying the battle over and over in her mind, picking it apart as her vision began to get fuzzy and tried to figure out where she went wrong or what she could have done differently. The real answer was that there was nothing she could have done, that she had simply been overwhelmed by sheer numbers, but that didn't matter. She had failed. Her woman had died. They had all died. Her fellow fighters had abandoned their posts and she had been left alone. She let her blue eyes close as she continued trying to suck air into her burning lungs while her head began to spin and the world felt more distant around her. She clung on to consciousness, but just barely. |