KJDarKnight
You can make anything by writing -C.S Lewis
Mathias winced and groaned as she helped him sit up "fuck" he grumbled under his breath, pressing a hand to his ribs. His breaths were sharp and pained. "I'm ok." He wiped the blood from his mouth but accepted the water.
"Where are you hurt?" Misty asked gently "going to do my best to patch it up"
"Where are you hurt?" Misty asked gently "going to do my best to patch it up"