The Writer
Your Doom
Flower sat down and put a hand to her ankle. "hmm." she could heal a broken ankle but this was just sprained there wasn't much she could do. "It's fine really." she looked at him but didn't smile, this whole thing had her a bit shaken. She leaned back and put a hand to her forehead and then let it fall to her side. "Ugh my house is a wreck. Stupid jerk." she said looking down.