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<span title="Espurr. ♂">
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And suddenly she was falling, falling, falling... or was this floating? Liz shifted in her sleep, or what she thought was sleep. She couldn't feel her body resting on anything solid, not yet but soon her senses began to clear. Liz slowly opened her eyes and was hit fast and hard by a sudden wave of feelings, both emotional and physical. She was currently lying prone on her back and the first thing that fist truly pierced her consciousness was harsh and intense pain. <p>
Unable to help it she let out a shriek and immediately began clutching her left shoulder with her right hand. Warm blood still oozed from the wound and her whole body felt chilled and shuddered. Flashes of memory danced across her eyes, though none of it was coherent. 'Shot. I've been shot."
She vaguely remembered what that meant but couldn't fully recall how it had happened. She must've passed out from blood loss, the only coherent thought that crossed her mind. <p>'Shiit that hurts, the hell am I going to do?'
She thought as for the moment all she could do was clutch the wound. Her head also ached badly and everything swam before her eyes, making her want to pass out again but she knew she couldn't. She had to get help or something, had to get the bleeding stopped and get the bullet out as she just knew it was still in there. Liz clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to steel herself against the pain. Slowly she managed to roll over, and sit up though she couldn't bring herself to stand. <p>
Slowly she opened her eyes and squinted at the world around her. The pain in both her head and shoulder made it so hard to focus. Liz seemed to be in a clearing of some sort, strange totems or statues surrounded her. A well worn dirt path stretched forward into what appeared to be some sort of settlement, though Liz didn't recognize anything around her. At least she was near some kind of civilization right? Liz grimaced however and glanced around her immediate vicinity. There wasn't much there, it looked like this clearing rested on the edge of a forest but that was about all she could process right now. <p>
Gingerly, Liz got to her feet but only managed to stagger a few steps forward before having to collapse against one of the totems and rest. She leaned her head back against the figure and drew in a raspy breath. The shoulder hurt but it was the pain in her head that was truly throwing her off. Carefully she reached back and ran her bloodied fingers over a large welt on the back of her head. She winced as her fingers brushed against it and quickly pulled her hand away. A momentary flash of her slamming her head into the ground passed through her thoughts. At least she could remember that much. <p>
Liz closed her eyes, feeling nauseated. The heat that bore down on her didn't help matters and the girl could feel herself threatening to lose consciousness again. Her breathing was shallow and she could feel sweat beading on her forehead and dripping down her neck. Everything in her told her to fight, get up, get help, do something
but her body completely rebelled against any thought of trying to move again. Then a rustling sound nearby caught Liz's ear. Something was coming, moving closer. Liz slowly forced an eye open and tired to peer around her. At first she couldn't make anything out, but she could feel eyes on her, watching her. At first Liz was afraid, she was in no condition to defend herself and was barely conscious. However her fears seem to ease as the presence drew closer, ever so slowly. Whatever it was seemed just as scared of her as she could be of it. <p>"Espuurrr?"
A voice cooed gently as it approached Liz. The girl squinted a bit more and now could see a small greyish purple shape moving toward her cautiously. Liz blinked and lowered her head as the espurr reached her side looking quite concerned. She felt like she recognized the little creature, a pokemon... Espurr. Liz grimaced and laid her head back as another wave of nausea washed over her. <p>"You-you hurt...?"
A timid voice barely brushed her thoughts the sound matching the vocals the espurr had spoken before. The feline placed a tiny hand on Liz's arm and gazed up at her. Liz bit her lip and nodded very, very carefully. She didn't seemed surprised at all by the little one's mental voice that touched her mind. A vague memory of the dream and beyond the dream slipped through her thoughts but was soon gone. Oddly she found the gentle voice soothing and welcomed it into her thoughts. <p>"Y-yes, please, help..."
Liz stated as best she could through grit teeth. Espurr's eyes went wide and the little feline patted her arm reassuringly. <p>"Yes! Help! Do not worry!"
The purple critter quickly turned and scampered toward town as quick as its little legs could carry it. Liz watched the critter go, now feeling so very alone. She pressed her hand against her shoulder wincing from the pain of the pressure. She wasn't sure what the little pokemon could do but hopefully it'd gone to get some humans to help. She was putting her very life in this little guy's hands but she felt she could trust the tiny creature. Why she couldn't be sure but much of her fears were beginning to subside. <p>
Liz groaned and leaned over to the side emptying the few contents of her stomach. She just hoped Espurr could get back quickly. Liz felt she'd been in such situations before and come through but this time felt different, likely because she felt so lost and alone. As if dropped into an unfamiliar world where she knew nothing. Yet Liz also felt she'd been waiting for this, a hard, but fresh start. How that helped her she didn't know but Liz knew she had to hang in there and continue to fight everything. <p>
She licked her lips, her mouth feeling so dry. Again Liz closed her eyes and rested her head back, she shouldn't sleep, a thought that repeated through her mind, don't sleep, don't sleep, but she couldn't recall why exactly that was important. She knew it was due to being related to the head injury, something about a concussion? But despite her best efforts, Liz felt herself slowly slipping back into darkness, only hoping that her tiny rescuer would return.
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wc: 1107 | ooc: Liz arrives in Terrene in rough shape and meets Espurr.