Oct 30, 2015
@emma-theblackqueen answered:
“I-I’m fine, it’s just a little bit of b-blood.” Trying to stand up, Emma fell back down, her hands softening the blow as they came into contact with the cold concrete.
John could see that she is most certainly not okay and he didn’t need any qualifications to come to that conclusion - the blood and white complexion is enough.
“Here, let me help you.” He coaxes gently, crouching down to guide the girl into a sitting position. “What’s your name?”