torn butterfly wings

Not only did she feel physically sick, but mentally she felt like she was loosing her mind. Weak, practically helpless, and slowly growing horribly skinny due to lack of food...nothing seemed to be helping. Of course, with Titania's help, she was able to travel a little bit. She had even more strength then she did before---so now she was able to run, jump, etc. The amount of times she began to vomit, too, or the numerous moments where she was aching with agony, were also slowly beginning to grow less frequent. But they were still there, and that was the problem. It made her feel sicker than ever...it made her feel weak and helpless. She wasn't able to catch food for herself, she was barely able to keep herself awake very long. The sick girl was constantly huddled in some ditch, sleeping, trying frantically to get better.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, seemed to be helping her in any way. And Wren was loosing herself. Sometimes she would wonder if she'd ever get to see Bass again...or at least anyone from Abaven again. In this state---things like that were definitely appropriate to ask. "Will I ever find my way home?" Or, "Will I just die here in the middle of nowhere without anyone, except Titania, knowing why?" Thoughts like that weren't helping with her mental state much either. But she couldn't help it. She didn't have anyone to talk to, or anyone to go to. Of course, if she had the strength, she would of went back home. Regardless of whether she was still sick or not. But a trip like that would probably kill her instantly.
Wren staggered along the rough terrain uneasily, while keeping her eyes glued to the ground and her tail angled out with her spine for balance. The soulless forest...she only knew this place because she's been here once when she was simply a loner. It was quite a while since she's seen everything---but the gnarled earth was much worse. Probably caused by the recent storms that have flooded and ruined it. Wren breathed heavily, and dropped her head limply, eyes squeezing shut finally. "It-It's so cold, damn it." She muttered aggressively, teeth grinding together as she fought the cold, gentle winds that danced around her.
Suddenly, she fell forward, feeling a sharp pain shoot up her leg instantly. A loud yelp was quickly emitted from her parted jaws, before she flopped to the ground and squirmed around helplessly. She had tripped over a pretty sharp rock, and had also cut her ankle in the process. It wasn't a bad cut...but it stung a little. If she didn't find something to clean it it'd grow infected...but why did little cuts matter to her? She was pretty starved, weak, and sick. A little cut would be the least of her worries. But even so, she remained lying there, staring up at the many trees that casted a shadow down onto her. She wanted to be home so bad...bad thing after bad thing, throughout this whole time she's been missing. Why?
"Burn Baby Burn"