“you have broken ribs, take it easy.” (hello there!)
“I used to say that I don’t ever run from a fight. No matter how bad the situation may be…I never gave up…” Joey sucks in a pained breath, gingerly running his cool fingertips along his ribs, “But this time I’ll take your word for it. I’ll take it easy.”
He leans back, tossing his leather jacket aside. The Brooklyn blonde twines a strand his blonde hair between his fingers to distract himself, but his lips occasionally twitch to betray the pain he’s in. “…Too bad I couldn’t get a cool scar, eh?” Before a genuine smile can part his lips, it’s back to being an awkward grimace. “But at least my bones will be… stronger? At least I think dat’s how they work…”
… in and out… in and out…
Steadying his breathing, Joey gives you a small, lopsided grin, “I never did tell yous, but danks for saving me out there. I… I really appreciate it.” How long had it been since someone had saved him?
-> [Joey] will remember that.
