Hella felt nothing as she saw her own blood pour out onto the rocks. No numbness. No pain. Just…nothing.

Feeling came back like a vision through fog; slowly, blurry feeling. The crack in her skull healed shut and the wound on her scalp closed with no more than a few drops of blood and dirty hair as evidence. Hella grimaced at the sound of her leg snapping back into its original position and her ribs stitching back together.

It didn't work. She was still alive… she felt weak and remained in the pool of blood till she felt her strength returning and pulled herself up and out of it.

This was her second attempt. But it certainly wouldn't be her last.