My wounds hurt. They burn and sting, and I want the pain to stop. This is most definitely the most painful thing I have ever gone through. It feels like I have been stabbed by a million knives. Bloody buggering hell. I shouldn't have gone in the forest today. That stupid wolf.
I stumble through the forest, coming to a large proportional house. I trip up the stairs. I knock on the door. A woman with short, pixie-like hair opens it. She is under five feet. She sees the blood and yells, "Carlisle!"
My hand slips from where I was gripping the door frame. I hit the porch with a thud, landing on my injuries. I scream out in pain.