She pushes back, her legs parting, as she shows him just how bad it is - the bruising, the maybe broken ribs is one thing. But the far more obvious problem shows itself immediately.
The huge scratch marks that have taken down from the bottom of her thigh to mid-calf, scraping skin and tendons away. The blood leaking a torrent from the huge open wound. A visceral mess that leaves her gritting her teeth as she tries not to sob from the pain, give way into the shock of actually seeing it. Certainly, it had hurt, but she had been more focused on running, then looking at it. But not that she could - the smell of her own blood and how it drip, drip, drips onto the floor makes her stomach roll.
"This... this first."
Because she can't put weight on this, to say the least. There are others, scrapes down her arms, a bite on her arm, her shoulder. But none of them were as serious as this.
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The huge scratch marks that have taken down from the bottom of her thigh to mid-calf, scraping skin and tendons away. The blood leaking a torrent from the huge open wound. A visceral mess that leaves her gritting her teeth as she tries not to sob from the pain, give way into the shock of actually seeing it. Certainly, it had hurt, but she had been more focused on running, then looking at it. But not that she could - the smell of her own blood and how it drip, drip, drips onto the floor makes her stomach roll.
"This... this first."
Because she can't put weight on this, to say the least. There are others, scrapes down her arms, a bite on her arm, her shoulder. But none of them were as serious as this.