"Harry. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"
Concerned / Sentence Prompts.
Rubbing blood from his nose, Harry spat out some spit that had collected uncomfortably in his mouth. Part of him wanted to be facetious: did he look okay? But he knew better than to snap at Casey. She didn’t mean any harm, and the way her hands began to search him, hunting for bruises or other signs of harm, he winced, pushing her away from his ribs.
“ Fine, it’s fine… ‘m fine. ” For the most part, anyway.
They’d gotten him quite firmly against his side from a bad dodge attempt. Dropping heavily into a seat, Harry breathed a sigh in relief at the weight taken off his feet. “ It was a challenge. The fella took a cheap-shot, tha’s all. ” He had won. Even with that. “ Think you could get me a gel? Then I can start some paperwork. ”