Malisi-
"Looking for a ride madam?" The coachman asked. He had a smooth, satisfying accent. It was different from what I was used to but I quite liked it.
"Yes, that would be great."
He stepped out of the carriage and offered me a hand to pull myself in the carriage. The carriage was pretty high up the ground. Very... very high off the ground. With my still healing wounds, this was going to be quite the feat. I placed my hand on his and held on to the side of the carriage. I pulled myself up as hard as I could and made it onto the step.
Phew.
I felt a sharp debilitating pain punch through my abdomen. Instantly I fell back down to the ground, wincing in pain. I clutched my abdomen and when I pulled my hand back it was red.
"Miss, are you alright?!"