Jan 18, 2019
“y -- you don’t have to call my mom, do you?” face is stuck in a grimace, arm held close. cheeks are still tear stained, a greater sign of this pain he’s in. he’s adamantly refused letting them x-ray it; he knows it’s broken. he worked that out two days ago, when the injury had originally happened. that doesn’t mean he wants them to know. if eric hadn’t forced him here, he wouldn’t have even come. “i m -- mean, i’m fine. it’s -- it’s a sprain. i shouldn’t... shouldn’t even be h -- here... c -- can i go? please.” // @loretold call!
