She couldn't move, not even a little. Her voice was hoarse from screaming. Her arm was still bleeding profusely and she didn't know where she was. She was on the ground that much had been attained from the dirt, sticks, and leaves. She tried to stay calm, relax, keep her body a normal atmosphere for the baby. She couldn't let anything happen to the baby, but staying calm while she had no idea where she was and couldn't seem to apparate herself home because of the pain was easier said than done. She tried not to shake, but she was was out of it. The pain was horrible and she was losing more blood than she knew could be safe. She needed her fucking wand. She was mad at herself, furious. She'd faced death eaters, murders, helped save the world and she was going to die from flooing in a fucking forest.