Pain.

It took a few seconds for Mold to struggle through her agonyand shut down her pain receptors. She was lying face up on the ground several yards away from where she had been. Closing her eyes, she spread her focus through her body, trying to figure out what had happened. The answer her body had given her was not reassuring. 

Twelve broken bones, six ruptured organs, major spine damage, fifty two open blood vessels, and lacerations across her entire body. She must look like she was already dead to anybody else. Probably the only reason she was still alive at all was that her brain was encased in a shell of carbon. Still, by the time she was up and moving again, the right would be long over. Instead, she calmly began work on repairing the damage, starting with the critical organs first.