SweaterJane
I am okay with being okay.
A little glare emit from Rosa's chocolate brown eyes as he kneel towards her. "You're stepping on the glass, " she pointed out. The shards scatter across the cold, hard floor. Spreading from the window sill to the blood smeared flooring by the door. It was everywhere, even under her bottom. "You're going to make a mess when your feet get bloody and you trudge around...". A smirk slip onto her face for a split second in acknowledgement of her own joke. She knew he probably didn't care. There was already blood on the floor. She reached up with her good hand, allowing him to help her up.