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She groaned weakly as she came back to her senses from the blackness. Blood gathered in her mouth from where she had bitten her tongue, she struggled in vain against the agony that blossomed everywhere on her pale body. She whimpered, a sound that bubbled through the bloody saliva, barely heard. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to move. She coughed as crimson liquid slid down her throat and entered a whole new world of torment. Blazing fire erupted in her chest and her sapphires bulged wide. What fresh level of hell was this that she had dropped into.
She tried to move her arm only to have more white hot pain burst from her wrist, the crunching of bone as the joint refused to move. Her eyes darted about frantically as she tried to locate her children. Oh please, no, let them be okay, please. She tried to call the, despite the pain in her chest that flared with every breath she took. She managed a pitiful yapping noise, it was the best she could do, she was ashamed of herself for getting herself into this mess, she should have screamed for help when she could, somebody might have heard. Her breathing labored and she fell into another coughing spasm, one which caused her to cry out from the fresh pain.
Then she heard it, the sound that came from above, the miracle of miracles. A puppy's whine. She yapped again and the whine came again closer. She pushed back her pain, the tormented feeling of her abused body and made herself rise to her one good remaining hand. Her strength didn't last long, only seconds before she crumpled back to the floor but now she was on her front, it hurt a lot more but she didn't care, all that mattered were the black and white bodies in the distance that looked at her with worried and curious eyes. Come! Come to mommy!" By the gods how speaking pained her but they came to her voice, the sound of her and she felt relief when she saw they were unharmed. Her appearance alarmed them, though they knew little of pain or the hurts of the world, the scent of the coppery blood that had turned the majority of her white fur red had them scared, it was instinctive fear. Her remaining ear laid back against her head and she resisted the urge to start crying, she was a stronger person now dammit!. "Mama fall?" It wasn't Nate-River that spoke, it was Payne, for the first time that Gemma had heard her, Gemma stared at her daughter, was it possible that the two pups hadn't understood what happened or that somehow they had pushed the traumatizing memories down. She didn't know and she doubted they could tell her.
"Mama fell. Call Uncle Tal?" Nate-River wagged his tail at the prospect of getting to howl again, she was glad of his earlier attempt. "Call Sen!" He lifted his head and let out his reedy high pitched howl, it wasn't very loud but Gemma hoped that somebody was nearby. She could feel herself getting weaker every second and the puddle of blood underneath her grew ever larger. Was this her end? Would she die today?
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