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INGRID. "Ingrid, wake up!” I hear Kira’s voice, loud, panicked, and echoing through my mind like thunder. I try to open my eyes, but my head is pounding like a war drum, my eyelids feeling like they’re made of stone. Every inch of my body aches—especially my spine, which still sizzles from the electricity they shoved through me. "Open your eyes now!" she barks again, fiercer this time. With all the strength I can muster, I force them open.

Tears of pain filled her eyes. Percival ignored her discomfort and continued his inspection. Sure enough, her mouth had a few blisters, and a small patch of skin on her upper palate had peeled off. It wasn't bleeding, but it was definitely painful. Percival felt a bit guilty. "Why didn't you say it was hot? What if it had scalded your face? You'd look like a toad." Screw your toad. Eulalia was already used to him never saying anything nice.

Each passing second feels like an eternity, and I desperately yearn for a glimmer of hope, a sign that he'll pull through this torment. Desperation laces my voice as I turn to Lila, seeking any glimmer of hope. "Lila, please," I implore, "can't you do something? Can't you stitch him up?" Her expression is filled with empathy, but her answer is heavy with regret. "I wish it were that simple, Lyra," Lila replies gently, "but his wounds run deep, far beyond what regular stitching can mend. The damage inside him is extensive, and it's preventing his body from healing."

ZADOK “They are coming! We need to run.” Ithra’s voice was panicked. As well as concerned. I managed to get on my feet, holding the bleeding gash on my stomach. With my movement, I felt pain all over again. “Why the hell was this taking so long to heal?” I mumbled, gritting my teeth in pain. “At this rate, you'll die before we get help.” Ithra's eyes fixed on my wound, which poured out blood.

She knew right away that this wasn’t a hospital. A throbbing pain began to pound on her head, and she pressed on the wound with her fingers. There was a patch of something there, and as she pressed on it, the pain worsened. “Don’t touch that, honey. It’s been cleaned and stitched up, but it will take some time before it heals.” The old lady smiled. The crowfoot by her eyes pressed together, and her blue eyes shone like the sun over a blue sea. “Who are you?” Lola asked once more.

Pain woke me first. A white-hot band circled my throat like someone was still pulling the garrote. Every swallow scraped raw flesh. My left thigh felt like it had been dipped in fire; the burn throbbed in time with my pulse, the skin tight and weeping under whatever Astrid had smeared on it. I opened my eyes to dim lamplight and Astrid’s worried face hovering inches from mine. “Gamma-Luna! Goddess, don’t move.” Her hands fluttered over my shoulders, trying to press me back onto the pillows. “The doctor said—”

My hand flew to the spot, fingers pressing into the throbbing heat beneath my skin. It was the same place. The same wound that never seemed to fully heal. And now it burned like fire. Fuck it.

He breathed like I wasn't bleeding our child out “You have a large cut on your labia and a larger bruise inside your vaginal wall,” he added. “But… but… I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. If it was nothing but a mere wound, why did it hurt… why didn't I heal?” I protested, sliding fingers between my thighs and slowly massaging them, searching for the cut. “It's a false alarm, Lanfia is fine,” he said, wiping the blood in his hands on the sheets. I trailed my fingers around, and my core felt sore and swollen. Then I felt it, an open skin on my labia right next to the lower part of my entrance.

Edi I hope I am not hurt like this. "Your g * go Kalex. Why do I always get hurt !?" I want to cry, but why don't my own eyes cry? I was in the middle of walking when I tasted the blood --- I immediately touched the part of my lip, and confirmed that there was blood. Maybe I was just bitten too much earlier, so the result bled., But I still feel more pain now. It hurts... he apologized to me .. he did everything just so I could forgive him,

She gasped at what she felt. "The bigger wound was a head laceration, but no brain damage," Lucas explained. Lily sighed in relief. Then, she walked around him and, again, saw those long lines that marked Lucas' back. She almost cried again, but she controlled it. Like earlier, Lily rested her hand on the wounds and traced every line. There were so many that Lily could not count. Lucas reluctantly explained, "At my work, while in Israel, my colleagues thought it was fun to have a whiplash initiation."