shirai crawl

Shirai had managed to drag herself to the dorm’s back door, then very nearly coughed
up a chunk of blood. Forcing down its aftertaste in her throat, she kept pushing ahead.
She needed to do some first aid on herself as soon as she could, but her body wasn’t
moving the way she wanted it to. Given the pain she was in, she couldn’t rely on
teleportation, either, since its strength was volatile.
Her right shoulder, left side, right thigh, and right calf.
Those were the points stabbed by the sharp metal that had torn through her clothes’
fabric, which was now forcibly thrusting into her wounds. With every step, she felt a
strange stiffening feeling with her clothes and her skin, lending an odd sense to her pain.
Her flimsy bag felt like a barbell.
That drove home how much stamina she’d lost. A cold tremble settled into her stomach.

- Toaru Majutsu no Index Volume 8, Chapter 3 Part 1