event, Lina realized that a great deal of her body was awfully sore. In a slight panic, she wriggled her body around to check and see if it functioned properly. She checked for any broken bones and came to find her body fully intact. She could not find any serious wounds. None of her appendages were severed. With a quick sigh of relief, she rejoiced at the realization that she had no chance of going into shock due to rapid blood loss, and that she would thus be able to use her lithe limbs for flaunts of seduction in the future.
That was the first thought that came to her.
She still felt a great deal of pain, though, she noticed. And that was when the woman suddenly became aware of the deep gash right in the middle of her forehead.
Bewildered, Lina attempted to ignore the aches she felt all over her body and rotated to her belly, placing her palms onto the floor, trying to see if she could prop herself up to a kneeling position. She winced from her minor bruises. Slowly coming to her knees, her body trembling, she struggled to inhale a much-needed deep breath.
The woman shuddered a tad, her long, dark-brown hair dangling down in a mess over her face, as she remained for a moment on all fours, taking in some breaths of air. Nauseous, dazed, and with pain continuing to mount, she stared down to see blood dripping from her forehead, through her hair, and onto the floor. Reaching up to touch the center of her Forehead, she felt a moist gash excreting her vital fluids at a medium pace.
Realizing then that she may in fact not be fully aware of the severity of her Head injury, a sharp panicky sensation instantly returned to a greatly agitated Lina. In an effort to get to the first-aid kit in the bathroom, she pushed herself up as quickly as she could. Arising unsteadily in grief, with one hand clutching her forehead, she struggled with her attempts to remain calm. Sobbing in aggravation, she applied as much pressure as she could to the cranial gash with her right palm as she stumbled into the bathroom to fetch some gauze from the first-aid kit, blood and tears streaming down her face.
"Fuck!" she thought as she looked into the mirror to see her face covered in her emotive bodily fluids. She noticed Amrita sitting on the floor staring up at her.
"So much blood!" the thing said calmly as it rubbed up against the woman’s thighs, mechanically purring tenderly.
It took a great deal of effort and time to reduce the blood flow from her particularly serious head wound.