I must not have been unconscious for long because I woke up still in the same uncomfortable position I passed out in. I could also hear Damon and Lucas full on trying to beat each other to death a few feet away. My entire abdomen burned and it was pretty clear more than a few bones were broken. I kinda just laid on the floor listening to the sounds of fist fighting for a while. Eventually my brain caught up with the rest of me enough for me to roll onto my stomach and push myself up onto my knees. I would've stood all the way up but that's just more length for me to fall when I inevitably pass out again. I felt some shifting and moving bones in my chest so that's a horrible sign. I'll probably need a doctor at some point but that's not my problem. I'll get to pass out through that chaos.

Damon and Lucas were pretty evenly matched so they were equally banged up. Any fighting tactics were long gone. At this point they were biting, scratching, pulling. Anything to inflict more pain. I don't think they planned to ever stop. I tried to take a deep breath in to get some air in me but I shook up something internal. I coughed up quite a bit of blood. Horror movie style. I mean, by the time I was done I was kneeling in a pool of blood like I tripped into a puddle on a rainy day. I mentally hopped over that problem and started my slow painful crawl to the current death match.

I moved as carefully as possible and as slow as I needed to. I didn't feel the need to get over there as quickly as possible. One of them just beat me half to death and the other one abducted me. So ya, no. I'll get there when I get there.

I eventually managed to crawl over there. Damon and Lucas noticed I was next to them right when they were about to roll in my direction. The blood dripping out of my mouth detoured their plan of rolling right into me. At this point I probably looked like a zombie. If I was a zombie I would've bitten them both. I'm not going to have a zombie vibe alone. Lucas went to hit Damon AGAIN. Nope. I'm too close to death for this bullshit. Around the blood in my mouth I growled out, "Lucas! Hit her and I'm going to haunt your ass when I die!" As an afterthought I yelled for Cult Leader. We're going to need her when we all pass out and die on the floor, "Cult Leader! Get your ass up here! How did you not hear this!? Do you need hearing aids!?" I didn't really think Lucas would listen to me but to my joy she got off of Damon. She immediately passed out but hey 1 out of 2. 

Damon was in the best shape out of the three of us and by best shape I meant not coughing out pools of blood or unconscious. She gently laid me back down onto the floor turning my head to the side so I didn't drown in blood. My adrenaline decided to bail and everything started to kick in and hurt again. I'm not going to lie, death was looking pretty good but here I am. On the cold floor spitting out blood. I started to get dizzy and the edges of my vision started to fade a little bit but I didn't pass out.

Damon started poking my abdomen checking on things while Cult Leader finally got herself together and walked in. She gasped like she didn't know we were capable of this much damage. Come on lady you raised two of them. She rushed over and started helping while Damon told her what happened. I started coughing up blood curling into a ball on instinct. I couldn't get any air into my lungs. I couldn't stop coughing. I barely managed to focus on Cult Leader's words, "Damon! Damon! We need to clear her airways! Try patting her back! I'll call your aunt!" Like I said before, I'll get to pass out through this mess. Which is exactly what I did.