Awaken hours later, covered in dried blood.

You sit in a sticky pile of dried blood, wondering to yourself just why you would do such an amazingly stupid thing as hack your arm off.

You pull yourself upright with your remaining arm and examine your bottle. Sure enough the fairy inside is gone, its fairy energies used up to give you another chance at life.

First maybe you should wash the enormous amount of dried blood off your adventuring clothes, or better yet find a match and maybe some gasoline.