You look down at your leg and see the blood stained pant leg. The pain is immense, and you are soaked to the bone. Thankfully, the storm seems to have passed.
Thinking about all of this, you come to understand the seriousness of the situation, realizing that there isn't much you can do. You fear what might happen if you try to move. You first decide to wait there a while, but soon doing nothing is almost as worse as doing something.
"Help!" you yell as loud as you can. The strain of yelling sends pain down your left side. You cry out in pain. Then, you yell a little less loud. "Can anybody hear me?"
You continue yelling for several minutes. You rest in between yells, for your energy is sapped.
Just when you are about to give up, you hear a voice in the distance. You can not understand what is being said, but you believe that the voice is directed toward you. Then, you hear some rustling in the leaves.