Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.

Suddenly laying on her back she feels the rough and warm stone floor partially sticking into her head.

As she lays, heat radiates outward from her leg throughout each of her muscles. Her entire face is on fire— No, her entire body.

The heat isn’t from an external source but is instead from an unbearable pain; So unbearable that she can barely focus on anything else.

It hurts, it hurts, why does it hurt, what happened? She thinks as she lets out a whine and rolls over, trying anything to stop the feeling.

A wetness soaks her clothes.

Blood? Is this, my blood?

Jolting back around she looks downwards towards the source of the pain and ultimately notices the state that she’s in. Her foot twisted backwards and blood pouring from the wound, a bone juts out, having been broken in two.

Biting her molars and letting out held back whines, tears begin rolling down her cheeks and her hair begins sticking to her face.

God, it hurts, god it hurts, her thoughts become frantic and repetitive, fuck this hurts.

In a moment of panic and unable to do anything else she lifts herself up off the ground and sits up, her blood soaked clothes partially sticking to the ground.

I, have to do something or I’ll die. I’m going to die.

Almost as if second nature, she moves her hands up and faces her palms towards the wound, exactly as she had practiced countless times before.

Despite her heart pounding and her ears starting to ring, she has to focus.

All she has to do is focus.

Closing her eyes she attempts to put her mind into a single thought, a single image— Even despite the excruciating feeling that stabs at her consciousness.

I just need to… fix this. I can’t die.

She clears her mind to the best of her ability and–

Sten, she recites an advanced healing spell as vividly as she can in her mind's eye.

In that single instant the veins through her chest go black, followed by her arms, then by her hands. And, as expected, a black liquid secretes from her fingers.

Almost immediately after coming into contact with the open air, the liquid evaporates, and slowly, very slowly, her leg starts moving, the wound seeming to reverse itself like a waterfall flowing upwards. Bones reattach, muscles reform, everything goes back to exactly how it should be.

A fully functioning, fully healed, leg.

After a few moments, her head begins to go light and a vignette forms in her vision. At the same time a silhouetted figure comes into her vision and she feels hands grab her shoulders.

“—kay? Can you hear me?” The figure's frantic voice fades in and out.

Though her and now the strangers clothes are bloodstained by her blood seeping through the cracks in the ground, she barely managed to fix herself.

The darkness on the edges of her eyes seep into the center and, eventually, her consciousness is taken.