CRACK.
More white light flashed above her, so bright the afterimage branded itself onto her retinas.
She hit stone on her side with her full weight and no warning. Shoulder first, then hip, then skull bouncing off the surface that turned the world into static and ringing.
The angle of the fall drove the dagger into her side before she could adjust her grip. She felt the edge slice through fabric, through skin, through the thin layer of nothing between her and a wound that announced itself with white-hot fury.
"Oh, you STUPID—" she gasped through clenched teeth because she had literally stabbed herself with a weapon she'd confiscated from a hallucinated pregnant woman in a corridor.
This was somehow the dumbest thing she'd done all week, which was really fucking saying something.
