SHE  NURSES  ONE  ARM  in her other hand,  a wound wrapped loosely in part of her shirt,  blood spilling through it,  she’s a becoming a crime scene.  she peers down through thick lashes as if she needs to be reminded how mortal she is,  how much it hurts,  it’s still blinding.  and for a moment she’s soft in a hard situation,  how she forgets to sharpen her tongue.  she’s more herself in chaos,  leaving blood on a motel door than she ever was with them.  her wounded arm falls when the support is lifted to push herself through,  exhaustion on her shoulders,  is she tired ?  or is it the loss of blood ?      both.

                                     ❝   i’m  going  to  need  your  help  with  this  one   …   ❞

         @godspariah​  ♥’d