It popped.
Then her eyes went black until the pain brought her back. It wasn't a sudden, sharp pain, not like falling down and bruising your knees, it came slowly, throbbing and steadily getting worse.
When she opened her eyes she felt the tears on her face and had the feeling that she only consisted of this all-filling, unbearable pain.
"Mummy." She whimpered softly and tried to look around from her position on the floor. All she had to do was raise her head to look into the familiar eyes. Teal like their own. Her mother was only a few meters away from her and looked terrible, a trickle of blood ran down her face, scratches and small cuts marred the previously flawless skin. She lay half on her side and, with great effort, pulled herself to her daughter. As soon as she could, she reached out for her and the girl made the effort to reach her mother's hand. Both fast on the hands.
"Mom, it hurts so much," the girl whispered through tears.
“That's good, that means your nervous system is fine.” The mother explained quietly and tried to sound reassuring, which only partially succeeded, as she also suffered hardly any agony.
The girl tried to calm down anyway, her mother was a doctor, she knew what she was saying, everything would definitely be okay. But the fear that triggered the pain remained, the dull pain that seemed to rob her of consciousness.
“I'm scared.” She pressed out before she began to whimper, not feeling able to scream anymore.
“You don't need that, my moon child,” replied the woman strainedly. Then she started.
"Tsuki!" she called in panic. "You have to stay awake! Child can you hear me? Stay with us!" she could already hear the ambulance sirens, damn why weren't they faster? Your daughter may just have died in your hands. Using all her strength, she pulled the last few meters to her daughter, still screaming at her in panic, but the girl no longer reacted.

A terrible car accident, the ambulance found. The driver involved in the accident was completely in shock, who could blame him, as that was the biggest nightmare one could experience in traffic. The man was middle-aged, maybe married and a father himself, maybe he had a daughter of twelve or thirteen of his own.
But the girl's young age wasn't the most shocking thing, the worst part was the composition of the overall picture: the girl pale as a corpse, with a gaping laceration on her forehead, one leg unnaturally twisted and with her eyes closed, you couldn't tell from a distance whether she was still lived or was already dead, the heavily pregnant mother, who half bent over her and begged her to stay with her, herself full of scratches and cuts. She had also passed out when she was put in an ambulance, now they were both on their way to the hospital. Would they survive? The ambulance couldn't tell, especially for the unborn baby.