Time to Deal // Open
Faith didn't remember much. She woke up on Sam's couch, which wasn't a surprise given that it had been her bed for weeks, but the walk from Dean's house to Sam's apartment wasn't even a blur. It was non existent in her memory.
Her ribs were sore and she knew there was some damage done to the bone, but without the ability to visit a hospital she'd just have to deal with the pain for now. She had two broken fingers on her left hand and the shoulder that had threatened to dislocate had done so in her sleep. Basically, she was ouched as a motherfucker.
She winced, trying to sit up and moved her hand to her jaw, her face already swelling in several places including whatever it is Rachel had done to her ear and eye. She sighed and rested back on the over sized pillow, trying to move it around until it propped up her neck and vaguely wondered if she could get a pizza delivery guy to walk into the house and put the pizza on the coffee table without any extra tip.
