@tracercrocs ( from here )
there’s a small groan, knees && hands are scrapped. along with a swollen ankle, from not paying attention. of course, such a minor situation could be fixed through rewinding their actions, but the machine to enhance such an ability wasn’t on && it’d be silly to just turn back time for something so simple && could be healed within a few days. ❝ – it hurts. i might have to get carried, as much of a drag tha’ migh’ be. i apologize for my clumsiness, love. ❞
concern etches across her features, a indent forming as she furrowed her brows at the fallen girl before her. bloodied hands with slightly bloodier knees, spencer isn’t sure where to direct her eyes as she kneels down, hands hovering over lena, as if willing her not to move less she do more harm to herself.
≪ jesus -- how did you even MANAGE...? ≫
spencer laughs almost in disbelief, already shifting to situate her feet and slip her hands under lena’s form to hoist her up without dropping her ( though she definitely STRUGGLED to do so ).
≪ if i drop you i’m so sorry. ≫
