until i'm ready, let me be
Everything hurts.
She is aware, vaguely, of being struck by the stones. She is aware of her body as it shifts back to human form, aware of the ground as she falls against it, aware of the screaming agony in her arms, her head, her upper back. She is aware of being on her back, staring at the sky.
She is aware of Jyoti's panic and horror, the little starwhale frantically swimming circles around her face. She can feel stardust on her face, burning ice that sizzles on her skin, almost enough to calm her nerves but not quite breaking through the surface, through the agony of her pain. "J...yo," she croaks between blood-soaked lips, trying to reach up before a scream of protest keeps her shattered arms where they are.
She is aware of the taste of iron, that she is coughing up blood, that it may well drown her if she doesn't roll over. She is aware that there is no way she can roll over on her own. She is aware that she may die here.
She is aware of far more than she expected to be, or really wants to be right now.
The only thing she is not aware of is the huge fucking rock that still sits on her legs.
It will be a very long time before she is aware of anything below her waist again.
She is aware, vaguely, of being struck by the stones. She is aware of her body as it shifts back to human form, aware of the ground as she falls against it, aware of the screaming agony in her arms, her head, her upper back. She is aware of being on her back, staring at the sky.
She is aware of Jyoti's panic and horror, the little starwhale frantically swimming circles around her face. She can feel stardust on her face, burning ice that sizzles on her skin, almost enough to calm her nerves but not quite breaking through the surface, through the agony of her pain. "J...yo," she croaks between blood-soaked lips, trying to reach up before a scream of protest keeps her shattered arms where they are.
She is aware of the taste of iron, that she is coughing up blood, that it may well drown her if she doesn't roll over. She is aware that there is no way she can roll over on her own. She is aware that she may die here.
She is aware of far more than she expected to be, or really wants to be right now.
The only thing she is not aware of is the huge fucking rock that still sits on her legs.
It will be a very long time before she is aware of anything below her waist again.
i have to heal myself
AmaLiA
