She stumbles in inured and bleeding. Her hand clutches her stomach, almost like she's trying to keep her insides from spilling out.

She slumps against a wall, her eyes falling closed, her breathing hard. She looks exhausted and in pain but that shouldn't be surprising.

She removes her hand from her stomach and looks down. It's a nasty wound and she knows full well that she needs to get it taken care of, she's just so tired though....