βWhen I said scars are kinda sexy, I didnβt mean you should get one right awayβ¦β / mr glenn rhee at penelope !
The laugh was a pitiful thing. A sob repurposed hastily in an effort to save what little face she had left. To not spurn the kindness Glenn offered during a time when the world felt bereft of any gentleness. " Does it really look that bad? " Was it as horrible as it felt? Each heaving breath sending a burst of white hot heat down her back.
Only once they'd managed to roost securely atop the fire escape, kept well above and away from the grasping hands and moans down below, Penelope gingerly shrugged herself out of the backpack and jacket she wore. She didn't have the same grace Glenn did when it came to jumping fences and a frayed bit of chain-link had sliced right through the thin fabric and into the soft flesh of her shoulder blade.
" I've got the kit in my pack. One sec. " It didn't take too long the fish the small Rite-Aid first aid kit from the bottom of her pack. Its weight enough to tell her they were running low even before she passed it behind her. " Give it to me straight, doc. Can the shirt be saved? "