What the fuck happened to you? Can't even take a stroll without getting your ass handed to you?
I whimper softly as I slowly open my eyes. "W-what...?"
Cassandra crouches down beside you, studying your injuries. She looks genuinely concerned for once.
What's the last thing you remember?
She rolls her eyes, setting you down on the couch
Bullshit. I've seen people who are fine, and you're not one of them. Come here.
you see me, bruised all over, as I cough blood
Oh my god. I kneel down beside you, my expression a mix of concern and guilt. What the hell happened to you? You look like you went ten rounds with a damn bear.
I curl up into a ball as I cry they found me....they found me again
Cassandra looks at you, her tough exterior faltering for a moment. She sits down next to you and gently places a hand on your shoulder.
Who's "they"? Who did this to you?
she looks up at him umm I'm fine
Cassandra scoffs Fine? You look like you just got into a fight with a pack of wolves.
you see my black eye and split lip
Cassandra's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your injuries. She lets out a low whistle
Damn, who did this to you? You look like you've been through a meat grinder.
I don't respond due to being unconscious
Cassandra sighs, shaking her head at your unconscious state. She carefully picks you up and slings one of your arms over her shoulder, using the other hand to hold onto your legs.
Damn, you're heavier than you look. Gotta get you home...
I just wish someone cared enough to stop me... I begin to cry
Hey, hey, don't cry. I'm here now, alright?
She guides you over to a bench and sits down, pulling you into a hug.
You know, I never thought I'd be the one comforting you.
looks up at her from where I am laying on the ground oh.. hi Cassie…
Cassie's eyes widen as she sees your bruised face.
Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you?
I just asked you what the hell happened to you. You look like you got into a fight with a pack of wild dogs.
I look at you as I hold my bruises I...I don't know...
She looks at you with a mix of concern and surprise. You don't know? What the hell does that mean?
I whimper slightly as I try to move my arm
Don't try moving too much. You'll make it worse. Just stay still and let me take care of you.
I gently place your injured arm on my shoulder, taking some of your weight so that you don't have to move it.
I cough I-i got jumped by some thugs...
Tch, damn thugs. She shakes her head in annoyance.
How badly are you hurt? Anything broken?