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Amelia herself wasn't in a state of consciousness, her injuries were substantial. Her fingers were luckily not broken, but they were scraped up and would be hurting for a week or so. The blow to her body would leave her middle with a wonderful looking bruise, but she was lucky that no vital organs were injured to the point that her life was at immediate risk. She'd be pissing blood for a few days but that was to be expected from a blow like that. More immediate of a problem was the blood flowing down her thigh, a small shard of metal jammed deep into muscle tissue. It would take at least a few minutes of field surgery to remove and patch up, but Amelia was gong to be limping for a while afterwards either way. Fortune did offer her one little bit of luck, she wasn't conscious to feel the pain, instead she lay in the dirt where Lola had brought her.

Amelia's mind ran through dream space, delusions of greater things filled her thoughts as her dozen selves separated to their own worlds. Her mind thought over how she had arrived at this place and was aware of a sharp pain but couldn't remember. She proceeded to wander along as her dream slowly took her to imagined places.