They were bleeding, though it’d be pretty difficult to tell due to the color of their sweater. Usually, Aspen didn’t bother asking around for help; they knew they weren’t worth anyone’s time. But there was a dull aching in their soul, and for once, the voice in their head was muted. They could think clearly.
Aspen leaned against the side of the alley, teeth gritting in pain. They weren’t sure what happened, they only remembered a flash of black appearing in their vision before THIS occurred. Spotting someone approaching, they lifted a shaking arm and waved, attempting to catch their attention.