120 Madness And Oblivion

Rosalie grappled with a perplexing uncertainty, unsure if her eyes rested open or shut. The encompassing darkness left her utterly disoriented, her futile attempts to bring clarity yielding only an abyss of nothingness.

Enshrouded in that mystery, she tried to move her body but found herself unable to do so as for the first time in her life, her legs felt like immovable stones. She tried again, disgruntled with her own lack of strength, and after some time and a lot of effort, it seemed to have finally worked – her legs began to move slowly, yet she still felt as if she was dragging her feet through the thick layer of cold mud. 

Continuing to laboriously traverse the foreboding darkness, Rosalie was suddenly struck by a searing, nearly incapacitating pain coursing through her lower abdomen, akin to the sensation of being impaled by a sword or spear.