Jul 2, 2017
🌀
Send “🌀” to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up.
@littlesummertelepath
Josh had hobbled into the nearest safe space he could find, behind the kitchen next to the dustbin. Everything hurt, it was like when the Reavers turned on him all over again. He could feel his body trying to repair itself, but it was more difficult to do when he was the injured one, took longer. Seemed some of his fellow students hadn’t forgiven him for his past, and he was certain he had a bruised rib, fractured wrist and a broken finger. Plus being beaten black and blue. He had a split lip and a swollen eye, both of which made it difficult to see, and speak too, whoever had come upon him. Eventually he managed to mumble out a weak, “…Hey.”