He just stood there.

Her head was like a cocaine addiction. The flies buzzed around her ears, and she couldn't move her neck to stop them. Floor resting against her head, she urged her aching eyes to look away from the scene. Two of her ribs were broken, probably three. That was a dull pain though, and what was surging through her thoughts was so much more vivid. Some inner well of strength lent her the resolve to push with her hand against the ground, only to have her wrist spill more and make her slip slap back against the concrete. She felt like crying, but there was nothing left of water in her body.