Sheila’s POV

Blood.

So much blood.

My lips tasted of blood, fingers covered in dried blood, blood flowed out and in me. I smelled of blood, and breathed blood. My vision was covered in darkness but the little conscious thought strolled behind.

“Hurry, she's bleeding…”

That voice again.

I feel strange hands taking me off, placing me on a soft mattress, pulling my blood drenched clothes and performing acts of cleaning, plus different foreign things I couldn’t make them to be and as time flew my consciousness was totally knocked off.

How long has it been, when I felt my being?

Consciousness slowly grips back to base, pulling me out...