The Bracken Woods Can't erase what I wrote in ink

Her head was throbbing when the golden lady fluttered her eyes open slightly, squinting for only a second before closing her sapphire eyes again. When she had opened them, all she had seen was black. Something black ahead, which when you couldn't think straight was seen as not just in front of you but surrounding you. Is this what death feels like? I thought death was supposed to take away all feelings! Holly's head felt like it was constantly getting bashed with a four-ton brick, class A migraine. 

A simple twitch of the ear, barely noticeable, was all it took. Immediately it was if a switch had been flipped in her brain as an overwhelming cacophony of noise took over. Groaning she flicked her ears against her crown, trying to block out the racket. "Shhh... shut up..." the phoenix mumbled quietly to nobody in particular. Her head was pounding, mind spinning, ears ringing, eyes burned every time she tried to open them, and her whole body was sore.

A pool of fresh blood was collecting under the flaxen lady, a new cut across her shoulder to be the cause. The laceration was not fatal, but it was enough to cause pain. Moaning, Holly rolled over an inch before a pain shot up through her, wincing she stopped and stayed like that. Determined to stay there as long as she was allowed.