The pain in your leg becomes, for one brief moment, almost blinding. You cannot help but cry out. It may be only an instant, it may be several seconds, but you know for a fact that it feels like an eternity.
When you have caught your breath and regained something of your senses, you look down again. You reach down, pulling back the hem of your shorts. Thigh and up: still human. From the knee down, however, it's a different story. Still, the tourniquet seems to have held.
You were right before: your lower leg is now almost entirely what you are coming to think of as a very unlucky rabbit's foot. The bones connecting ankle to knee are little more than an afterthought. Wanly, you reach down and massage the tender muscles, trying to rub a little life back into them. They've been through a lot. Running your fingers through the fur, feeling the flesh below, is...strange. It feels oddly like a betrayal for any of this to feel at all *good*, but really, that's the point: At least, it is if you want to walk anywhere anytime soon.
You pull yourself forward. You're tired, sweating, thirsty- and you have a rabbit's foot. All the same, as you get up delicately, leaning on your 'good' leg- you think you can walk on it.
The only question is, where to?