Her face slipped from concerned to cold as he stepped away, hands balling into fists at her sides. Admittedly her first instinct was to fucking punch his back so he wouldn't be able to pretend it was 'fine'.
It might still come to that.
"Bullshit. I'm hurt, you're hurt, and if it's not fucking taken care of at least a little you could lose your mobility." SO DROP THE FUCKING ACT. "You don't want your dad to know, fine, you don't want me to fucking see the same thing on your skin as on mine? Fine. But it gets taken care of today even if I have to drag you to Shamal." AND SHE WOULD.
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It might still come to that.
"Bullshit. I'm hurt, you're hurt, and if it's not fucking taken care of at least a little you could lose your mobility." SO DROP THE FUCKING ACT. "You don't want your dad to know, fine, you don't want me to fucking see the same thing on your skin as on mine? Fine. But it gets taken care of today even if I have to drag you to Shamal." AND SHE WOULD.