Barbara Gordon (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} alwaysabat) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
There was nothing. Nothing at all. And then... there was. She couldn't make any sounds. If she'd been thinking it would have reminded her of coming out of being unconscious, but her brain hadn't started working. She could barely even justify where she was, as her minds lowly started working. Something felt wrong. IT hurt. Or was it the remnants of pain she had felt. No it was pain. Serious pain, shooting down her body.
The ground was hard under her and she tried to move a hand, a finger... something. Her breathing was weak, but getting stronger only it hurt to breathe. She could hear yelling around her. And it started to come back. Feeling something wet on her , around her... it took a shot while before she could open he eyes. "Uhhh." it was a quiet noise, all she could make. She had no idea how long she'd been out, but the pain was immense, reminiscent of the last major altercation she'd had... It felt like dying. and... she had. How much time had elapsed, how long had it been... how had it happened?! She couldn't move to push herself up, she managed to move her fingers a little - the world starting to come back into focus.