I whimpered from the pain I was in, but nodded, and pushed between my breasts with force, keeping pressure on the wound. I looked like a very small child from the pain that was visible in my expression. I was crying from the pain, the fiery burn I felt in my chest, the difficulty to breathe, the issues in moving at all. It all hurt so much. I pushed on the spot with all my force I could muster, though the force still was dimming slightly.<br/>"I.. can't..." I gasped, trying to breathe through my crying and pain. "Put... pressure..."