Whimpering, Ilya felt the warm light that filtered through her eyelids.
As she was about to open her eyes, a head-splitting pain welcomed the return of her consciousness. Her body didn't respond to her call of distress. She just laid there on the cold, hard ground, tormented by her circumstance.
An hour, or maybe even a few, passed, but there was no significant change in Ilya's condition. She could feel every single broken bone, every single pulled muscle. The wounds that the fall inflicted to her became painfully sharp, like myriads of rats gnawing on her flesh.
Blood seeped through her pores, tears crawled down her eyes. But all she could do was cry in silence.
She didn't know when her suffering would end, or if there would be an end at all. The only thing she was aware of was the sensation that was trying to consume her from all sides.
