I tried and tried till hours had passed. Dandeline had gone to check up on whether the others had woken up. Right now, when I looked down and saw the small bucket that had been collecting my blood for an hour now and I bled quite some amount. It was no use if I passed out like yesterday.
Now that I was left alone, I concentrated on my wound. The slow drip of my blood as it dropped into the bucket.
My breathing was controlled and calm. I slowly thought of what I wanted my blood to do. I wanted it to heal my wound and slowly, one by one, close the muscles and then the skin. I felt the blood rush in my veins and I imagined it to heal my wounds. It took me a few more minutes, but I slowly started feeling as if I was pulled into some other space and there was a tingling sensation between my brows that spread throughout my head. I could feel an unknown force travel down my spine and towards the wound.