( werethe-badgvys / len ! )
Len took the offered hand, a little hesitant, but it didn’t look like the other guy had any intent to hurt him.
“Uh, my knee hurts, but I’m not sure how bad it is.”
He pulled himself up. His left leg was fine, but he nearly screamed out in pain when he attempted to put any weight on his right.
“Real bad, judging from the fact that I can’t put weight on it.”
LISTENING TO THE DESCRIPTION MADE HIM WINCE. Because of course , that had to hurt. And the injury . . . sounded serious - causing Samhain’s lips to slowly form into an ‘o’ shape. And then a nod. ❝ Yeah , it sounds like you either pulled or broke something. We should . . . we should get you to the nurse. I’ll take you. ❞










