Broken femur, in desperate need of repair to the bone, the nerves, and the leg itself.
A gash on her side. Scraped a few ribs and if it had been slightly deeper it would have pierced the abdominal wall.
Stabbed through the shoulder, luckily just under the socket. Arturia could've very well lost her arm if the actual joint had been hit. Instead she had a few broken ribs, was lucky she hadn't bled out, and her arm was limp at her side thanks to several severed nerves.
A concussion. One that left how the battle turned out unclear. All Arturia could remember clearly about the fight was running into Spades and Hitsuji, pulling the stupid move of trying to challenge them, then the feel of a knife to her back. After that there was pain and then blackness. When Arturia came to, she'd been in the hospital.
And, of course, a laundry list of bruises and scrapes that were negligible compared to all of her other injuries.
If she was back home, her body would be a mess, the doctors telling her it could potentially take months to recover from these sort of injuries. There would be a constant question on if they should even attempt to save her leg, on if she would ever be able to move her arm again. She would at the very least spend the next few years on crutches, if not in a wheelchair.
But this was not Fuyuki City of the early twenty-first century. No, this was Hinoto-Ri of an unknown era with advanced medical technology. The doctors had assured her, once she was stable and coherent enough, she would be fine. It would take time, but she would be back on her feet within the next few weeks as right as rain.
So Arturia lay in her hospital bed, hooked up to monitors and IVs, wondering just what she had been thinking trying to confront those two. They hadn't been fighting anyone. They had clearly outclassed her. Had she been so desperate to be the hero she had put herself into danger despite knowing she could wind up dead? Or worse?
In her heart of hearts she knew she had been. For once in her life she'd wanted a chance to be a hero and, despite the fact it would accomplish nothing, she had faced a foe she could not hope to beat. In her mind she heard Lancer and Archer telling her the same despite her insistence on fighting alongside them in some way. She would wind up killed if she tried to go against Servants. If she tried to fight, try to keep it at facing off against Masters and only try to defend herself if a Servant came after her.
Arturia raised her hand, the one bearing her Command Spells in the air, and stared at it. As much of a reprieve as her stay had in Hinoto-Ri had been, she really wanted to go home. Even if it was only briefly, if only so she could help Rin and Archer and Lancer somehow. If only so she could stop constantly trying to prepare for a War she had only stumbled upon and had the good fortune someone she knew she could trust was participating as well.
She pulled her hand back to her chest as the nurse came in and said someone wanted to see her and she'd been cleared for visitors. Arturia thanked her and waited for the woman to show her guest in.
Open to all; ICU
A gash on her side. Scraped a few ribs and if it had been slightly deeper it would have pierced the abdominal wall.
Stabbed through the shoulder, luckily just under the socket. Arturia could've very well lost her arm if the actual joint had been hit. Instead she had a few broken ribs, was lucky she hadn't bled out, and her arm was limp at her side thanks to several severed nerves.
A concussion. One that left how the battle turned out unclear. All Arturia could remember clearly about the fight was running into Spades and Hitsuji, pulling the stupid move of trying to challenge them, then the feel of a knife to her back. After that there was pain and then blackness. When Arturia came to, she'd been in the hospital.
And, of course, a laundry list of bruises and scrapes that were negligible compared to all of her other injuries.
If she was back home, her body would be a mess, the doctors telling her it could potentially take months to recover from these sort of injuries. There would be a constant question on if they should even attempt to save her leg, on if she would ever be able to move her arm again. She would at the very least spend the next few years on crutches, if not in a wheelchair.
But this was not Fuyuki City of the early twenty-first century. No, this was Hinoto-Ri of an unknown era with advanced medical technology. The doctors had assured her, once she was stable and coherent enough, she would be fine. It would take time, but she would be back on her feet within the next few weeks as right as rain.
So Arturia lay in her hospital bed, hooked up to monitors and IVs, wondering just what she had been thinking trying to confront those two. They hadn't been fighting anyone. They had clearly outclassed her. Had she been so desperate to be the hero she had put herself into danger despite knowing she could wind up dead? Or worse?
In her heart of hearts she knew she had been. For once in her life she'd wanted a chance to be a hero and, despite the fact it would accomplish nothing, she had faced a foe she could not hope to beat. In her mind she heard Lancer and Archer telling her the same despite her insistence on fighting alongside them in some way. She would wind up killed if she tried to go against Servants. If she tried to fight, try to keep it at facing off against Masters and only try to defend herself if a Servant came after her.
Arturia raised her hand, the one bearing her Command Spells in the air, and stared at it. As much of a reprieve as her stay had in Hinoto-Ri had been, she really wanted to go home. Even if it was only briefly, if only so she could help Rin and Archer and Lancer somehow. If only so she could stop constantly trying to prepare for a War she had only stumbled upon and had the good fortune someone she knew she could trust was participating as well.
She pulled her hand back to her chest as the nurse came in and said someone wanted to see her and she'd been cleared for visitors. Arturia thanked her and waited for the woman to show her guest in.