Cold, pain and numbness…
The long, black-haired girl leaned against the wall before slowly shifting down into a sitting position, while at the same time; she felt warm blood leaking out through her remains of her severed arm. Despite being a veteran Magical Girl, she still could not help but cry in pain. Her grasp on reality started to loosen, and even as a Magical Girl, the shock from the cut was tremendous on her.
I can't travel back in time anymore, she thought to herself, grabbing hold of the stump where an arm had once been. Is this how it's supposed to end? Why… Why can't I save you, Madoka? She thought to herself once more, her hand began to loosen its grip, and she slowly passed out.