The good news, Evangeline thought, was that her children had not been with her. They were safe at home, and Eva didn't have to worry about them. She could use all of her energy to focus on not dying, which was much more useful for everyone.

Not that she was going to die, of course. Evangeline had survived three years under an Unbreakable Vow all but specifically designed to kill her, she wasn't going to die to a damn hole in the ground.

But that didn't stop it from hurting. It hurt to breathe, and when Eva had pulled herself up into a sitting position, she found that her right arm was useless, and although she didn't think she'd broken anything below the waist--probably? Her legs hurt less than her arm did, anyway--getting up required leverage that she just couldn't manage on her own. Though she did try. She had one not-useless arm still, and Eva tried to push herself up into something better than a half-lying, half-sitting position, only to be stopped by a jolting pain through her shoulder. "Fuck!"

For added misery, her head hurt. Which wasn't surprising, given the circumstances. But Eva was not sure how long she'd been like this, which was not the greatest sign.

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