A Demon Girl

"Ow, you are pressing against my leg wound!"

"Oh come on, you are constantly grating against my shoulder wound!"

"But I can't really help that now, can I?"

I saw myself walking with a four-horned demon. I was missing my left arm, while she was missing her right leg. She had one arm wrapped around my shoulder to hold her up, but was brushing painfully against my wound.

We weren't moving the fastest as it was hard for us to coordinate moving while she had one leg and I had two.

In a certain sense, we were having a three-legged race, except there were actually only three legs.

My current mental state was going a little haywire, so seeing this vision made me quite irritated. I wanted to get out, but didn't know how or if I even could in the first place.

The four-horned demon and I continued walking through the forest with ragged breaths.

It felt really boring, frustratingly so.