Molly was aware of only pain. "My head went splody again." She muttered in a soft voice. Only then did she note the moans and groans, the weeping and voices around her, driving the swords of pain deeper into her brainpan. She tried to lift her hand to her temple and became aware of another pain, an agony to rival or at least tie with her head exposes from her left arm.
She didn't even have it in her to scream, only moan pitifully. She couldn't see that she had developed a second elbow or that her left forarm was about an inch shorter than her right one. The moderately deep cut on her right calf went unoticed, overshadowed by those other pains, and the multitude of tiny cuts were more a joke at this point, as was the fact that her back, shoulders, and hips were differing shades of black and purple. Her cheek was swollen below her eye.
But all she was aware of was the terrible pain in her head and her arm. "Mommy, I hurt. I think there was a bus." Her moaning whisper was almost lost against Chelsea's hip.