Kel was sitting on her ass, knees drawn up to her chest, hugging herself as she tried to apply pressure to what she thought was the worst of her injuries with her free hand. A knife slash to her upper left arm, which made holding the phone hellishly awkward, but she told herself it could have been worse yet. She knew there were other hurts that she just didn't want to think about.
"Y-yo," she echoed, trying and failing to keep the tremor from her voice as she attempted to push herself to her feet. In fact, it sounded more like a wordless whimper, even to her own ears. Her legs just didn't want to hold her. How long before she started going into shock? Or was she already there? A half a dozen excuses had been rattling around her head before Azazel had shown up, as to why she hadn't called, but they failed her now.