@mr-vvick. ⸻ °｡
Well, it wasn't like he was wrong. Emily, with complete certainty, has survived much, much worse. She's still beat through, though. Bruised blue, green, and yellow like a Jackson Pollock - eyebrow split and streaming around her left eye. He's found her in a pretty sorry state, but not her sorriest. Emily does manage to stand herself up, one hand on the wall as she tests her center of gravity with a bit of swaying and a small shake of her head.
❝ Might even be able to walk. ❞ Not quickly, of course, but something was better than nothing right now. A deep breath and she steels herself against the burning pain shooting through her system. ❝ Sorry if I've ruined your night. - Probably weren't anticipating my ass out here... ❞ Because she wasn't exactly anticipating it, either. Normally when she crawls away from a brawl, it's at least to her truck or towards her apartment, no matter how long the walk. This time? She hardly has a clue where she's ended up.
