☆彡 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿
❛ 'cause someone is out there, and they're sending out flares. ❜
FLARE | NOUN OR ADJECTIVE
a sudden brief burst of bright
flame or light, a sudden burst
of intense...
Kennedy released a sharp sigh, inspecting the cuts and scrapes littering her elbows. They were sore, as was the back of her head, and the red scuffs stood out in contrast to her pale skin. Kennedy grunted when she dropped a bandage to the floor, "Ah— shuckin' thing... stupid, stupid, stupid!"
She was feeling tetchy.
After successfully retrieved the bandage, Kennedy returned her attention to the state of her skin. It really wasn't looking too great.
Terrible, actually.
Surrounding the small incisions were fresh bruises; blossoming like clouds, with patches of blue and yellow. It almost looked like her arms were moulded, and Kennedy wondered how hard she'd had to hit the ground for them to appear so quickly. Her body did ache, but she couldn't recall it well enough to know the impact to it's full extent — a lot of it had been a blur, especially when she hit her head. Most of that part was hazy. Though, Kennedy supposed she was lucky. They were all minor damages, aside from that achy, thumping at the back of her head, and the slight pain of her hips; but, Kennedy knew she would live. She was going to survive, there was no doubt about it, and she was rather glad. Any more damage, and Newt would have flipped — Minho was already seething. Upon coming back without Ben, then finding out what he had done while he was out of his mind, Minho nearly lost it.
