The world goes black in just a moment - but it's not black, black's better than this, what this is - it's an absence of color, an absence of light, and it's very very frightening to her - and Zee finally actually screams, biting down on her tongue until that too bleeds. She opens her mouth to speak again, blood dribbling down, but is interrupted by the introduction to the wall.
For the first ten seconds she shrieks quietly, teeth jerked from their position of digging into her lower lip, and then it shrinks to an incoherent mumble as the curly mess of once-clean hair is matted with blood. Her head hurts. She can't focus, can't really see straight - not that it matters, since she has no way to see anyways - can't focus, can't breathe, her head's killing her. Something feels bad, broken, splintered and swollen and her head feels heavy. But Zee has no energy to check, no energy to move, only energy to breathe; everything's left her and she's as limp as a ragdoll, the only movement from the continual beating forced onto her and the automatic movement of tension.
No rest for the wicked and no rest for Zinnia - even if blissful unconsciousness was close, the continual movement would take it away, just sharp enough to bring her back to the darkness that signifies waking.
There's a brief reprieve but then the spike pierces through her lung, and Zee lets out a sharp breath. Oh. Oh god, no. No, no, it hurts, she can barely even feel it - is that what shock is like? Everything seems a bit...dulled. Were Zee in a proper state of mind, she'd be sobbing, screaming; but there's no space of proper mind left to use. Only a cowering animal with a semblance of sanity living in her head. She whimpers through the bruises, through the pain, but it's a discombobulated sob - she doesn't quite know where she is anymore. Everything's fuzzy in her head.
The girl's body is almost thrown, ragdoll-limbed, and her heart pulses slowly. Blood seeps around the spike's already red-stained body. Twitch, twitch; her head's too heavy to move, blood-soaked hair limp and wet. Fingers twitch, legs twitch, she's not in the respawning state just yet but she might as well be. The ground's going red, skin and hair and clothes going red, wall red; everything's red. A little girl in a puddle of her own blood, that's all she is.
The Ender is breathing still.
But rather, rather slowly, and agonizingly.
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