After the Fall

Maggie looked to one side and spat out blood. The fall that should of killed her hadn't, but it did hurt a lot. She knew that she had taken some serious damage to her body.

That's not good.

She staggered off to one side and fell to her knees. Trying to catch her breath, she was fighting to breath and that hurt as well. As if millions of shards of tiny glass were circulating in her lungs.

Is this what it feels like to die?

She coughed again and more blood trickled out. She knew that if she didn't find a place to rest that the internal damage might cause major problems later one. She could feel her body trying to heal itself. It was one of the benefits of being a guardian; something she felt she had to do in order to protect the last haven.

Hurts like a bitch!

She crawled on hands and knees through the debris around her, until she saw a makeshift shack and crawled towards the little shelter. Time to rest and let the body do what it does naturally, healing itself as much as possible.

"Need my beauty sleep," Mags muttered to herself.

"Not here, toots," a gruffled voice said. "This is my hidey hole. Go find yourself another one."