I wanted to try, but really… I couldn't really joke around anymore.
At any second now, I could actually die.
And that would be truly the end.
Lily stripped off what remained of my torn, blood-soaked clothes.
Her hands hesitated only a moment when she saw the full extent of the damage; those bruised purple-black lines across every inch of my skin, some deep cuts, the underside of one of my breast sliced open in a long red line, crimson bumps and scratches zigzagging my torso and limbs like a map of violence.
Seeing it, her hands trembled harder.
I knew that I was really hurt; but even I was a bit taken aback by my injuries.
Lily broke into fresh tears again, louder and streaming this time, while she began applying the healing essences and whispering spells.
Her healing magic could only seal the worst of the wounds, not repair the deep internal damage. That would take time.
So the essence and healing items would be best for now.
