An eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth and apparently a leg for a leg.
Erin was confined and there was nothing she hated more. She was stuck in bed, her leg straightened before her. She felt so bloody useless. Rest is what the Red Hood’s medic had told her, rest is all you need.
There had been another option for her of course. But that had been out of the question, she'd never let that vermin's blood go through her own veins. Not in one million and one years.
After she had hobbled back to the house that night, she’d been stitched up. At least the blood was gone now. It still hurt every time she moved, even two weeks later.
This was by far one of her worst injuries yet. It had been deep, muscle had been damaged, it would take weeks for her to recondition them back to the way they had been. She already felt weaker, her training out of whack. When she wasn’t brooding, she was firing arrows from her bed at a target on the wall parallel to her. The first time she had attempted to stand without any assistance she had toppled straight to the floor, but it had been a week since then. Surely she could at least support her own weight by now.
She was home alone. A concept she had been forced to get used to by now. She had been offered new recruits to act as her ‘helpers’ and to watch guard, but she had promptly waved the offer away.
With an annoyed growl, Erin sat up. She aimed a glare at the injured leg. She’d missed Christmas and this was how she was starting the new year. To hell with that, she had witches to burn, vampires to stab and most importantly a special little werewolf to kill. That was it, she was getting up. Now.
She gritted her teeth and swung her uninjured leg over the side of the bed. Then ever so cautiously she began to move her other. Nothing, she felt nothing. With a triumphant smile she moved it faster, soon it was straightened beside her other one. During the coarse of the movement her back had slopped across her bed, she now curled up in quiet anticipation. She hopped onto her good leg. One, two, then on three she touched her other foot to the ground. So far so good. Ever so slowly she leaned to the left, in an attempt to transfer her weight evenly. She yowled as the pain instantly lit up along the front of her thigh. She huffed as she fell back onto the bed.
She was going to stand, and she was going to stand today. She gritted her teeth and prepared herself for round two.
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