Everything hurt.
Lying in a half pool of her own blood. The cloths she wore could no longer soak up the gushing crimson liquid, and just like a morphine drip, it slowly pooled out into the cobble underneath her. By now her phone had been coated in a thin glaze of her own vital fluid, she couldn't even see the screen anymore. but she could dial 9-1-1... But did she want to? Would they finish her off? Would they even come?
She was new here and on her second day, she was shanked by a crazed woman in the back of an alley. That would teach her to do laundry on a sunny Saturday afternoon.
Her hip ached, her leg couldn't even move. Like it had been soldered off, only riggor had set in before the leg chunk could fall off. Half blinded by the stinging sensation in her right eye from more of the same liquid, she hit the re-dial button on her phone, the only person she came to have somewhat of an understanding with, but with her luck, she got his voice mail. Slamming the forsaken phone to the ground, she saw through her hazy vision that there was some sort of majestic beacon of marvelous fucking light.
The only problem was that she was bleeding out on the other side of the street.
"Succurro puella" The voice said.
She knew this voice.. Its deep underlying undertones, the slithery accent it could make, and she always somehow knew what it said, what its meanings were.

She cried out. It wasn't as loud as when the woman had tortured her with the long knife, stabbing it into her leg, then pulling it out, only to snap into her hip bone, where she twisted the blade, only to climb up to her so that she had been face to face with that woman, and she could smell the putrid, spoiled milk smell that when she whispered, it engulfed her senses. She could choke on the woman's breath.

And when she gathered strength, from the unknown source, she grasped on between her skinny fingers and tried to pull her frail body over to the hospital.

Succurro puella!!!!! It would scream in her head this time, so loud her ears had begun to ring.
Whatever it was, that thing.. The dark shadow that haunted her world, the predator in the night that stalked her each, and every day. She could not see it, but she knew it was there. And today it helped her, no doubt for its own selfish needs. It needed her body she was its sustenance, using her flesh to feed, live, and if it could... Breath.Every second felt like a life time of agonizing pain.

Needless to say, that girl, she did make it to the Hospital, was bandaged, stayed for a couple of days in a distant numbed out state, from a morphine drip.