The weight of her lids felt monumental as she struggled to pull them apart. There was no sound, only heat and pressure. Mylriss couldn't quite remember why or how she got to where she was, but she could recognize that her body was sprawled on the ground, the dewy grass brushing between her fingertips and pulling against her curls. As she finally pulled apart her heavy eyelids, the sun above blinded her, bright and stark and forcing her to lift a hand against her brow to shield herself from the rays.
"..." A groan lilted from her parched lips, the sound as cracked, hinting that she had been asleep much longer than she was first aware. Attempting to open her eyes against the light once more, Mylriss moved her hand to brush back her braided bangs, pushing away the accumulated morning dew as she let her face fall to the side. Something had happened, but still her mind was clouded and she couldn't quite remember.
As she lied there on the ground, she nibbled lightly on her lip, her cheek getting damp before she moved her hand back to block the light. It was only then that she noticed how dark her fingers had gotten from the dew, and that it wasn't quite dew that dampened her hand or her cheek. It was blood.
"...no!"
Shifting quickly to sit up, Mylriss' head began to swim, and will alone kept the spots from taking over her vision. All at once, the cloudiness of her mind was swept aside by a storm of throbbing at the back of her head, and she took a chance to glance behind her. The grass at her fingertips did not reach where her head was, instead she was resting on rocks. Those rocks were covered in red, red that she refused to look at for much longer. Shifting her gaze forward, and lifting her chin an inch higher, she gritted her teeth and took deep, calming breaths.
There was a lot of blood, and as she sat there she could feel it dripping down her neck as it saturated her hair. If she sat there it was clear that something would nothing would be accomplished. She needed to get back home, to get back to a healer or just find someone to look at it to stop the bleeding. Yet every time she moved the spots would return.
It took nearly five minutes for her to stand, and to determine that slow movements and deep breaths were key to getting where she needed to go. Additionally, a steady head would prevent any occurrence of the dark and swimming vision. Ideally, Mylriss knew that it would be wise to stay where she was with the amount of blood that was coming from her wound, but there was no one around to help her and she needed to keep moving and keep strong. It would be a long journey, but it was one she needed to make. She could rest when she got home and was seen, but for now she would grit her teeth and prey that the damage wasn't too severe. There was no reason to panic anyway, there wasn't that much blood, anyway.
