Love and Despair (A Hermitcraft Au)

Chapter 32: Agony

Yall...

My face is poofy and droopy...

STORY TIME

I got new face wash and now my face is swollen

END OF STORY

No but seriously, I look like a grandma's lopsided butt cheeks

LEZ GO!!

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Word Count: ~2 K

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TW: blood and pain

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POV: 3rd

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Xizara gasped awake. Immediately, his breath caught in his throat as the pain washed over his body, his hand subconsciously going to his stomach, where he felt the sticky, warm blood flow from his wound. 

Checking his inventory, he realized the two healing potions he had brought had both been used. One was given to Xisuma and the other he had drunk after fighting Xisuma.

With a grunt of pain, he lifted himself up onto his elbows, his chest screaming in protest. The world around him was crumbling and glitching out, and the throne room was empty.

They had done it. The Rune had been destroyed. 

Xizara let out a sigh of relief, letting his body fall back down onto the floor. The pain exploded through him, but he was too relieved with the fact that they won.

Now, he just had to hope they made it out.

The Voider knew he had to get up, to get out, that the world was only minutes from ripping itself apart, but the extreme pain and exhaustion seemed to pin him to the floor.

Trying to pull himself up again, Xizara only made it a few inches up before his arms gave out under him. He cried out in agony and frustration as he hit the ground again.

The world lurched, sending Z into the air before crashing back down on his side. His shoulder popped on impact, pain shooting over his shoulder, down his shoulder and across his chest. A scream ripped through his throat, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

Rolling onto his stomach and resting his forehead on the ground, Xizara heaved a sob. 

Come on, get up.

Get up.

I can do it. I can do it I can do it I can do it!

Just get up!

Get! Up!

His thoughts were jumbled, but the whispers of encouragement to himself were running full speed around his mind, impossible to ignore.

Please... 

I have to move.

I have to get out.

I have to get up.

So get up!

Get up!

Get UP!

With a scream, he pushed himself up with both arms, but the pain that crashed through his shoulder blinded him, fireworks exploding in front of his eyes as he crashed back down. 

There was no doubt in his mind that something in his shoulder was broken and/or torn. 

Xizara, determined not to give up, rolled onto his left side, using his good arm to push himself up sideways. Sobs of agony wracked his body, but he didn't stop. Ever so slowly, he pulled himself to a sitting position, his legs sprawled out, breath erratic, tears streaming.