When the adrenaline rush was gone, Sandrine was faced with the incredible pain and numbness in her abdomen. She was laying in a pool of blood, gripping her wound tightly to keep it close and prevent her guts from spilling on the asphalt.
"Hugh…"
She groaned, her eyes closed tightly and her brows furrowed in suffering, but the bottom half of her face was still smiling maniacally.
She forced herself to calm down, slapping herself in order to focus. Her high constitution had already stopped the bleeding, but it would take some time for such a wound to close. She needed to stitch herself up to accelerate the process.
Looking at her inventory, her gaze stopped on the sewing kit. Until now, she had only used it with the crafting table to create some clothes for her and her pets, but never opened it. It was time now.
