VERY NEXT MOMENT, OR SO IT SEEMED, MAGDALENA FOUND herself toward the rear end of the space-pod, her back to the floor, gazing upward through a softening fuzz, her mind in total disarray.
She was mostly numb.
And then a gripping, Intense pain slowly started to take ahold of her.
She slowly realized that she was Awakening from having been knocked unconscious, for how long she hadn’t the foggiest idea. Befuddled beyond belief, Lina immediately assumed that heavy turbulence must have shaken the craft viciously through the elements, tossing her fiercely about the cabin.
Slowly gaining awareness that she was now in the midst of the aftermath of an extremely dangerous event, Lina realized that a great deal of her body was awfully sore. In a slight panic, she wriggled her body around to check and see if it functioned properly. She checked for any broken bones and came to find her body fully intact. She could not find any serious wounds. None of her appendages were severed. With a quick sigh of relief, she rejoiced at the realization that she had no chance of going into shock due to rapid blood loss, and that she would thus be able to use her lithe limbs for flaunts of seduction in the future.
That was the first thought that came to her.
She still felt a great deal of pain, though, she noticed. And that was when the woman suddenly became aware of the deep gash right in the middle of her forehead.
Bewildered, Lina attempted to ignore the aches she felt all over her body and rotated to her belly, placing her palms onto the floor, trying to see if she could prop herself up to a kneeling position. She winced from her minor bruises. Slowly coming to her knees, her body trembling, she struggled to inhale a much-needed deep breath.
The woman shuddered a tad, her long, dark-brown hair dangling down in a mess over her face, as she remained for a moment on all fours, taking in some breaths of air. Nauseous, dazed, and with pain continuing to mount, she stared down to see blood dripping from her forehead, through her hair, and onto the floor. Reaching up to touch the center of her Forehead, she felt a moist gash excreting her vital fluids at a medium pace.
Realizing then that she may in fact not be fully aware of the severity of her Head injury, a sharp panicky sensation instantly returned to a greatly agitated Lina. In an effort to get to the first-aid kit in the bathroom, she pushed herself up as quickly as she could. Arising unsteadily in grief, with
