❝ let me take a look… ❞
𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 she was perfectly fine, he had seemingly seen through the rouse, enough so to force her to take a seat on the nearest bench. The stumble outside the bar wouldn’t have been considered her most graceful moment. On the upside, it wasn’t for the reasons one might see a brunette falling flat on her ass from leaving a bar. No, this was thanks to general clumsiness and horrible footing, the tip of her shoe getting stuck at just the right (or wrong) angle to propel her forward, landing awkwardly on her knees. “I’ll be alright, Colin. It’s just a little scrape. Nothing to worry over,” she protested despite her slowed pace and slight limp, when he guided her to take a seat, sighing to herself when he looked the wound over. It hurt simply to bend her knee, hissing from the sting caused from the ripped fabric of her pants clinging to the spot. She tried keeping her reactions to a minimum, certain he had seen worst wounds during his time at war. That was the thought in the back of her mind that forced her to bite back her instant reaction to the hot pain that began to settle in once he ripped the hole in her pants a bit wider. “As much as I want to groan and moan, this really is nothing, isn't it?” Maybe distracting herself through conversation might help more than trying to grin and bear it.
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