Only A Scratch

I yell at myself inside my aching head, knowing that I'm shaking, and I can faintly hear voices from around me, asking me why.

It was only supposed to be a scratch...I'll be okay...it's only a flesh wound...I'll wake up. I have to. I can't die...no matter how much I want to, I won't go down like this.

"Why did she do it?"
"I don't know....will she be okay?"
"Well....we'll have to wait and see."

Its. Only. A. Flesh. Wound. And then she can't grasp any more thoughts.

Is she dead? Dying? Does she make it?