This is adapted from my online Roleplay. All text is my own. This is how it would have played out if no one had helped her.
Chloe’s body swings three stories above the empty street. She hangs, suspended by a wire noose that digs into her neck. She looks dead, but is she? Blood runs down her shirt, dripping off of her black stripper boots into the streets below.
Her neck is tense, bulging tendons keeping the wire from cutting her circulation of completely.
In an instant, Chloe regains consciousness, as if coming back to life. She gags for a bit and then grabs the wire and pulls herself up, taking tension from her neck. She holds herself, trying to figure out where she is and what’s happening.
She cuts the wire from her neck, falling three stories, rolling and breaking one of her legs. She tries to scream, but no sounds come out, just air. There is lump in her throat blocking her vocal folds. Chloe tilts her head back, making choking sounds as she pulls a silver tube from her throat. It’s streaked with red. She coughs, her mouth warm with the blood.
She gets up and pulls herself off the dead streets into an alley. She makes the fifteen minute walk home in two hours, and lays on one of the beds in her clinic.
“I’ll deal with this mess in the morning,” Chloe thinks. She lets her fatigue and blood loss drag her into a deep, heavy sleep.