*Amora*
When I come to myself I wonder for a moment if I am dead ... but I am sure being dead hurts less than this. The oak flower cases on its side, which is bad news for me as the arm I stuck through the hole to hold on is now stuck under it, which means I am going nowhere.
The upside is that the flower case has landed in mud, which means my arm is at least not being crushed by the weight ... the downside to that is the wet cold that is slowly seeping in around me.
I try to rock the flower case to get my arm out, making me let out a groan. As long as I stay still I am okay, but moving my arm gets pressed into a stone or something and it hurts ... My side also hurt quite a lot.
"Ouch ... f**k". I can't keep it in as I slide my free hand down to where my side hurts. There is somet
