She was falling, screaming. It happened so fast she barely even realized what was happening. Then, thunk! She hit the ground, hard. Her leg was bent at an awkward angle, it had landed on a sharp stick, and she couldn't move it.
For several moments, she was too stunned to do anything but sit there in silence, trying to catch her breath. Then, the pain hit. She yelled. Then cried. Then whimpered.
She was beginning to get really cold, and she still couldn't move her leg. She needed help, and soon. Not knowing what else to do, she packed leaves into the wound on her leg to stop it from bleeding. She gingerly pulled herself into a sitting position and carefully dragged herself across the forest floor, crying out in pain as her leg moved over the uneven ground.
She finally reached a tree she could lean against. She shivered. The sun was setting.
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