SHE’S GOT A THOUSAND EXCUSES ON THE TIP OF HER TONGUE THESE DAYS, READY AND RARING TO GO ———– i didn’t have a choice, i didn’t want to wait for backup; it isn’t as bad as it looks, i’m fine. all of which have had varying degrees of SUCCESS over the years, but there’s always the hope that the next time will be the one where it finally TAKES. ( a girl can hope, right? )
still ———– she knows how it must look right here and right now, trying not to WINCE too much and doing a number chewing on an already BRUISED & BUSTED UP BOTTOM LIP while the bits and pieces of gravel and glass get fished out of her palm one at a time.
“ah - ah!” a self - censored ‘fuck!’ follows, and her brows PINCH. “okay, maybe that one’s a little deeper than i thought….”
Diana presses the sponge precisely against Sharon’s face to clean up the blood that lingers. She uses a cotton swab to clean-up and help disinfect open wounds as she cleans them. “It happens to all of us. Even me,” she assures. She drops the sponge in exchange for tweezers to pull out the dirt and glass she can find. “We all make a mistake or two when we’re out there. One wrong step and it can all go down.”
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