“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “
her head was spinning like a goddamn tire. she came to the sound of his voice, eyes still trying to focus on her surroundings. where was she again? right. at the gas station with corey -- where they had managed to get cornered by another gaggle of teenagers who had nothing better to do than pick on people with their inflated egos. bea had taken it upon herself to protect corey the moment they started swinging and now she had suffered the brunt of the injuries. didn't bother her though, as long as he was safe. every part of her hurt. ❝ yeah, i'm fine. ❞ she holds her nose which had been bleeding but now stopped. her legs are wobbly but she manages to stand and brush herself off. ❝ i can walk ... what about you? you alright? tried to make sure they didn't get you. ❞