Hiddencard
Senior Member
“Joseph, there is nothing there,” she said. Jennifer sighed and leaned up against the car (or what had been one), she put a hand on her shoulder, but it didn’t look like it needed stitches. Luckily. She looked back at the car. “It’s a wreck… this will take me forever without spare pieces,” she mumbled, blowing a hair out of her face. Then she looked around at the others. “Did anyone bring a first aid kit?” she asked, and staggered to the back and popped the trunk open to get her bag.
She roamed through the things for something useful, biting back the pain. She pulled out a shirt that she deemed worthy to be scarified. Then kneeled down beside George. “Got to take off your shoe…” she said apologetically, and slowly tried to get it off without causing too much damage.
She roamed through the things for something useful, biting back the pain. She pulled out a shirt that she deemed worthy to be scarified. Then kneeled down beside George. “Got to take off your shoe…” she said apologetically, and slowly tried to get it off without causing too much damage.