Evangeline huffed a little laugh--oh, that was a bad idea. Gritting her teeth against a fresh wave of pain from her side, Eva said, "I'm glad it's you that found me, then." She leaned her head back, resting it against the dirt wall behind her. Eva thought that she didn't feel like she was dying, but Merlin, everything did hurt. She imagined whatever wasn't broken was likely at least bruised, and it wasn't as though she'd been able to check herself for bleeding.

"Do what you need to," Eva said. She closed her eyes and braced herself. It was fine. This was fine. It was very much not fine, but sometimes lying to oneself was a solid way to stave off unhelpful panic. And anyway, she had survived deadlier than this, technically, hadn't she?

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