She was suddenly in a tree.

Her mind was blank for a moment in sheer shock at the sudden change in location.

Then she started sliding. She screeched, twisting around, clawing at the wood to get secure. Her slide stopped, and her body screamed in agony.

I’m very hurt.

She thought, feeling oddly detached from the situation. She slowly turned her head to survey the situation.

She was bleeding from many small wounds. There were teeth marks and gashes all over her. There was a chunk missing from the side of her tail, and her right foreleg hung uselessly. Her shoulder was torn up, blood seeping from visible muscle. Any attempt to move it was met with agony.

She found herself giggling, little chitters working their way up her throat.

I’m still going to die.

Whatever reality twisting event that had put her up here and saved her from the swarm wouldn’t be enough.

She’d seen other sib... others hurt as bad as she was. She was bleeding too much.

She pushed herself up with trembling legs, getting to a more stable perch.

Just... Gotta keep the blood in…

She laid down on her shoulder, getting it pressed against the branch, slowing the bleeding.

It was like fire and claws tearing through her. She would have screeched in pain but couldn’t muster the energy.

She was so tired. Surely now she could sleep.

Her eyes fell shut as she drifted away.