Tyler awoke in a dark cave, squeezed between two warm bodies. She turned her head and saw Castiel and Benny on either side, in deep slumber. Carefully, she sat up as not to wake the guys and winced as her wounds started hurting again.
They'd been lucky to fight off the main force of the leviathan for long enough to make their dashing, and daring escape. Had they not jumped in the fast-flowing river, they wouldn't have survived. Then again, she also wouldn't have the head wound, broken fingers, shredded legs and a dislocated shoulder if they hadn't jumped into that river.
Tyler shivered as she remembered drowning in the strong current, her head strangely light - she hadn't actually known about her wound until she saw her blood draining her. Slamming into that enormous boulder had dislocated her shoulder and she'd lost the two men momentarily. When she found them again, Castiel was holding on to Benny, who was holding on to a tree trunk.
Benny had been shouting her name, as she was invisible to him, and Castiel had scanned the dark water. When he saw her, he shouted for her to grab onto his hand. Tyler had lunged at his hand, grabbed it, only to almost be wrenched from his grip by some kind of water creature, who wanted her for its lunch, breaking her middle finger and pinky finger.
The creature had not let go and tried again, this time trapping her leg between its razor sharp teeth and pulling her under. Tyler had struggled, had kicked furiously, but she couldn't get it off. Then suddenly Benny was beside her, blind to her, but not the creature and fought to get it off her.
He'd obviously succeeded, although Tyler didn't remember because her world went black soon after. She hadn't even felt the teeth dislodging themselves. And now here they were, in a dark and mouldy cave. Her wounds were stitched and bound - Benny's shirt had been sacrificed to make bandages - and her fingers and shoulder were reset.
She stood, and woke Castiel. His eyes shot open immediately and focused on her. "Are you alright?" he whispered. Tyler shrugged and beckoned him as she walked towards the entrance. He joined her. "Thank you for taking care of me," she said. "Were the two of you hurt?" Castiel shook his head.
"Not really." Tyler smiled relieved. "Alright, then let's do this." She straightened and went to stand behind the angel, her hands on his left wing. He tried to turn, but she pushed him back. "What are you doing?" he asked nervously. "Your wings need to be snapped back into their right position, if you ever want them to heal properly," she replied. "On three, alright?" Castiel nodded and gritted his teeth.
"One." Tyler wrenched the left wing, tearing a wail from the angel, who in his pain lurched away from her, whacking her in the head with his wing. Tyler stumbled with a cry, tottered, tried to straighten and passed out again.