Meanity Institute of the Arcane [MIOTA]

The agonizing, stabbing pain of their wound was all that kept them conscious. Their head felt light, everything around them seemed to spin and a feeling of nauseousness crept up slowly. They wanted to stop everything they were doing and treat the pain, but they know it'd only make things worse if they tried. They tried as best they could to block out the pain, to find some form of meditative trance in order to cope with the agonizing sensations.
It became harder and harder to swallow the pain, to ignore the sensations and the voices telling them to stop. But they desperately kept themselves busy with mindless tasks and chores, but nothing really helped to ignore the pain. Eventually they gave in and headed to bed, tomorrow would surely be a better day.