The soaked clothes clung tightly to her body.
The cold seeped from the clothes stuck to her body, layer by layer, wrapping her tightly, making her shrink from the cold.
The memories before losing consciousness returned to her mind slowly, yet very clearly.
A weak and feeble smile tugged at her lips, and as soon as her mouth parted a little, the rain that had been hitting her face slipped through her lips and into her mouth.
Yet she didn't even have the strength to lift a hand to wipe away the rain from her face.
She thought, even if she's not dead now, she would soon die.
Her body couldn't move at all, and the back of her head was sticky.
The blood on the back of her head that was against the ground had been diluted by the rain, but she could vaguely smell a faint scent of blood.
She didn't know how much blood she had lost.
Whenever there's a head injury, if you're not careful, it can be fatal.
