Anastasia snorted softly. It hurt to breath, feeling the ground painfully sticking into her stomach, but she tried to push past it and slowly rolled over and onto her back. She rubbed her hand on her forehead, trying to brush off the blood, and rolled the edge of her sweater up to her thumb to use it.
I guess I'll see how long I can make it.
She felt around for her purse, and found it just an arm's reach away. Within it, she was hoping to find anything that would help to clean the rest of the blood off - or help to stop the flow - but she found nothing of use to her, and simply tossed it to the side.
It was all horrid. She hated this; she wanted to go home, to find her harp and sit in a corner somewhere, but she was far beyond the point of giving up.
"Well, fine. I'll do this on my own, and hope this all goes well..."
Ana slowly made herself stand up. She knew it was a horrid choice, to move around when she knew something was broken, but she saw no choice that she had. No one was around, and she fell far enough to only have an idea of how far she could be.
"I... Suppose there's no chance anyone's around, is there?"
Ana, you're such a fool. Don't get your hopes up. She sat back down, and leaned against the rock. It was still painful to stand up.