Aery gasped when Rowan pressed the tablets into her hand. She wanted to take them, wanted to heal herself and forget about this pain...
But no. No, no no. She couldn't just erase the pain. It had changed her, and she wouldn't take the coward's way out and try to forget it. It was something she had to live with, that was all. She took the tablets and put them in the secret pocket in her pack. Her spidersilk was gone, and she didn't really have anything else that was soft enough to not hurt her wounds. So after consideration, she put on the softest cotton tunic that she owned along with a soft pair of cotton breeches. They still pulled and tugged at the raw wounds and bare parts of her skin, true, but it was better than the shame of being bare-skinned.
That done, she went back over to the bed, feeling faint as she saw how much blood was on the blanket. She also had to pass by the mirror, and she saw her own reflection out of the corner of her eye, and pressed a hand to her mouth, trying not to throw up. She was nearly unrecognizable, between the livid scars and the entirely insane look in her pale blue eyes. her short hair stuck up at all angles, making her look, in the opinions of most of the royalty, like a low-ranking boy. Adarlan's princess heir. This is what happens when you defy the royalty.
Once she was clothed she sat herself on the bed, wincing at the wounds being compressed, and took stock of which bones were broken. Ribs, at least eight of them, two in two or three places. Right tibia cracked, probably, fibula shattered in at least 3 places. Left femur cracked, not seriously. Pelvis in two or three places, spine bruised, or maybe cracked. Shoulder blades. Both shattered. Left collarbone, and upper left arm. Lower right arm and several bones of the hand. Basically, she was in sorry shape. Maybe she should have taken the pills after all-- No. Don't give up, don't give in. If it won't kill you it'll make you stronger. But her mind was slipping again, the fever that hadn't been entirely burned out before coming back with a vengeance. She laid back, shivering, drawing the covers up over her weakly, but they didn't do anything to stop the chill, because the chill was inside, not out. The darkness fuzzed over her eyes and pressed in on her.